Over a sea of grief Scarlet died, above her dying mind were fossilfied memory imprints of her favorite day, for a minute I stayed watching this brilliant display, until a god with a broom came and swept them away.
In their bereavement all of her colorful friends, Turned to a milky grey depressing blend, Which incidentally made Grey feel inane, So he set off to find a less trite identity, One as stunning and bold as Scarlet used to be.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
