If I could find words to tell you I'm sorry Make you understand, I mean just what I say After all that I've heard, why should I worry? When we ride the
Shifting the Sands Hotter then Hell Upon her lips, teardrops fell through the serpentine flame, I screamed her name But she never WOKE UP! She never
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