You are my enslavement and my
You are my flesh burning like a raw summer
You are my
You are the green silks in hazel
You are big, beautiful and
And you are my sorrow that isn't feltthe more I feel it.
You are my enslavement and my
You are my flesh burning like a raw summer
You are my
You are the green silks in hazel
You are big, beautiful and
And you are my sorrow that isn't feltthe more I feel it.