Patterned tiles in shimmering grace Catch carousel smiles painted in place Quietly forging the head meets the hand Fluttering softly the footsteps escaping
And souless poverty sends its greeting The strange girl she wears red today And then sometimes has nowhere to hang The face he wore for her
This labyrinth of vales to wander Follow the witches revelry Here his way one gladly loses Truly it would easier beTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
