Sadness for me again from the night,
Remaining in my hands,
From the depths of my soul,
There's a groaning idiot.
I was shot in the heart; to your smile,
I couldn't explain my feelings,
What are you doing, I'm exhausted, I'm done with you.
Kayıt Tarihi : 15.3.2023 06:33:00
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