|HEAVEN, by George Chow|
Cloud of memories. Dim grey gave you the night of please, to feel your dreams in your room. The light of Thorn on Time. Bring you out to join the people, you once was in loved pass by. And the Angels deliever your Holy grail, by the time you saw a tear in your eyes.
|Posted: 2013-09-17 21:45:11 UTC|
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