Автор: Mr. Strange

The way that the willow bows over the stream like a mourner crying for their loved one reminds me of

When the silence beckons, And the day draws to a close, When the light of your life sighs, And love

When you look at me From your own century I may seem to be Strange archeology But when the winds

Feel free to comprehend what I see will never end it can’t be now that life is gone it’s too

Goodbye, cruel world, I’m leaving you today. Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. Goodbye all you people, There’s nothing you can say, To

«Tonight your soul sleeps, but one day you will feel real pain, maybe then you will see mee as I

Hey you rotting in your alcoholic shell Banging on the walls of your intoxicated mind Do you ever wonder why