the two april mornings
tho' that long dream were of hopeless sorrow, 'twere better than the cold reality
Jasmin Jazz
once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary
Jasmin Jazz
they loved her for her wealth- and they hated her for her pride
Jasmin Jazz
let's swim to the moon, let's climb through the tide
Jasmin Jazz
Felix M. 26/05/2007 18:33
hübsches mädel und gutes licht