To commemorate a new photo I am sending you a rut Still your eyes still with me Where do you know how to know without you what the Strait Look at our world to love God Look at Gods work I have a new photo Your hair Tiled to get lost again in the depths of your eyes I put your photo instead of you I I will be your breath
I will To commemorate a fresh photo I will send me to the war The Strait Look at our world to love Look at Gods work.
