The woman who tooks the ways of freedom whith happiness
I went back home with mercy
My love was chaste, a beautiful wife With a beautiful life With brown hair, among peoples of quality. I had in my heart many beats The first was love The second was Liszt And the third was trove. She had eyes on my hand I took her head gently I could hardly stand
But i stayed definitely.
Todos los derechos pertenecen a su autor. Ha sido publicado en e-Stories.org a solicitud de Christian Merle. Publicado en e-Stories.org el 25.01.2007.