sábado, 19 de enero de 2008

Aphrodite of Milos

I am tired I am weary down on your bended knee I could sleep for a thousand years strike dear mistress and cure his heart different colours made of tears taste the whip in love not given lightly
a thousand dreams that would awake me downy sins taste the whip now plead for me

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Anónimo dijo...

I thrive best
Hermit style
With a beard and a pipe
And a parrot on each side
But now I can't do this without you

I never thought I would compromise