"Cuán insensato es el hombre que deja transcurrir el tiempo estérilmente."
Monday, January 23, 2012
Look at this photograph
Every memory of looking out the back door I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor It's hard to say It's time to say it Goodbye, Goodbye Every memory of walking out the front door I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
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