2004-4-28 21:30
midnight
not a sound from the preament
has the moon lost her memory
she is smiling alone
in the lamplight
the weatherd lives collect at my feet
and the wind begins to moan
memory……
not a sound from the preament
has the moon lost her memory
she is smiling alone
in the lamplight
the weatherd lives collect at my feet
and the wind begins to moan
memory……