4 Maret 2017

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The times we had
Oh, when the wind would blow with rain and snow
Were not all bad
We put our feet just where they had, had to go
Never to go

The shattered soul
Following close but nearly twice as slow
In my good times
There were always golden rocks to throw
At those who
Those who admit defeat too late
Those were our times, those were our times

[Beirut - Postcards from Italy]

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[konten dihapus]

Resilience: Remi's Rebellion (Novel - Tamat)Onde as histórias ganham vida. Descobre agora