I swear White blinded nothing
my heart Is full of Remembrance
it is the birth of the lost soul.
Of bee be. A white clothe
mysteries of : the children
eating sun so pleasantly
I walk the long path
I was never-child
:: 08-20-2015 ::
I swear White blinded nothing
my heart Is full of Remembrance
it is the birth of the lost soul.
Of bee be. A white clothe
mysteries of : the children
eating sun so pleasantly
I walk the long path
I was never-child
:: 08-20-2015 ::
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