''mmm'' Well our love story reads like a book of lies-. Good intentions, better alibis. No happy endings, no straight lines, no movin' on,. But no goodbyes..
Mi vida sin tu amor. Ser, un camino que no sabe a dnde va. Slo un recuerdo del pasado. Una historia que ha llegado a su final. . Mi vida sin tu amor. Ser, la de un amante con un roto corazn.
jeg har ventet p mirakler. vret fremsynet men blind. jeg har talt med mine orakler. bedt dem om at spore sig ind. . jeg har levet i et tomrum. mens jeg drev fortiden p flugt.
Mein Schatz. du bist 'ne Wucht!. So ein Mädchen wie dich hab' ich gesucht.. Und auf biegen und brechen. mit Tücke und List. . tu ich alles. daß du mich liebst!.
Unter blühenden Bäumen. im schönen weichen Moos. . lagen wir zwei in der Sonne. dein Kopf auf meinem Schoß.. Wir waren verliebt. bis unter die Haut. .
Überall im Leben. ging der Sonne ich entgegen. . ich lebte nur nach Lust und Laune. und war oft unverschämt.. Ich habe oft gelogen. . manches Mädchen auch betrogen.
A slumber did my spirit seal;. I had no human fears;. She seemed a thing that could not feel. The touch of earthly years.. . No motion has she now, no force;.
Sonnet of the witches. Sounds the kiss of death. The trinity of omnipotance-. -The triangle of blasphemy. . With the fourth thunder. The Pentateuch was closed.
Only my semen. Full moon it is. Only my semen. Solitary night it is. Only my semen. Full moon it is. Only my semen. Diabolical wind it is. . I summon the night.
I can be fragile. I can break in two. But I know I'll be. Swept up by you. And if I get frightened. You'll always be. A place of quiet. To calm me. . And if you feel my love.
On a hill far away stands a tall mighty tree. Where a boy and a girl used to take turns pushing the tire swing. I remember the pocketknife in hand. And her name in my heart.
Fresh page, new pen. Where do I begin?. Words fail, tears come. I need someone. To take the thoughts I almost think. And carry them to God for me. . Deep breath, exhale.
Sweetest days of childhood, playing in the deep woods. Stomping through the creek and feeling, oh, so much alive. We're camping in the forest, we join the cricket chorus.
Becky has a house on abundant life Boulevard. A good name, a good family, and butterflies in her yard. Becky loves Jesus and really wants to make Him proud.
Prayers went on but it never came down. Prayers went on but it never came down. Prayers went on but it never came down. . Prayers went on but it never came down.
He rode His wagon into town. A gaudy spectacle. And every gray November brought Him there. Always entertaining, prestidigitating. Pulling rabbits from thin air.
another city. bombed today. people like me. blown away. are we free. this price we pay. . and i cringe. these things i see. watching war. on tv. . The Faces.