Perched on the windowsill into your soul, I hardly catch a breath. My poignant songs, my dramatic verses, my endless moans for you don't allow you to take a breath either. It's like drowning ...
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Perched on the windowsill into your soul, I hardly catch a breath. My poignant songs, my dramatic verses, my endless moans for you don't allow you to take a breath either. It's like drowning ...