Whos see your eyes. You must be a story, the story is not true give you the poets from the poets send you from the garden of God
I am still a lover, Look Whos to face your eyes You are the one who dies the sadness of separation Doubt and you wipe out of my touches You are the one who dies the sadness of separation Doubt and wipe out of my touches Who do you look I give you a gift from Gods privacy garden
I know the love of love like insane Believe you but still hesitated Which superb of your nostalgia. Kenny doubt and you wipe out of my touches.
