Marooned, 14.12.2019 14:38
Коли починаються домисли, розмова втрачає сенс.A tear in my eyes, chasing Ponce de Leon's phantomSo filled with hope, I can taste mythical fountainsFalse hope, perhaps, but the truth never got in my wayBefore now, feel the sting, feeling time, bearing down
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