My hand doesnt lie to me your hands anymore In the blue of the blue love of cloudy cloudy my eyes dont lie to me your heart is In your eye frame no longer, that sonnet is loved I know your voice. Another
I know you go too and leave me alone In the Garden of Foreign love, I work a few flowers I will work and get a blank in the window of you go to the frame of your memory from you I love you Sadness I head I leave the bitter story of love in your chest My hand doesnt lie to me. Your hands are you In the blue sky, the love of cloudy cloudy My hands dont lie to me.
