poza Polską, Frankfurt-M
Through early morning fog I see Visions of the things to be The pains that are withheld for me I realize and I can see...
— 10.02.2004, 21:47:30
The game of life is hard to play I'm gonna lose it anyway The losing card I'll someday lay So this is all I have to say
— 10.02.2004, 21:46:58
Through early morning fog I see Visions of the things to be The pains that are withheld for me I realize and I can see...
— 10.02.2004, 21:47:30
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Through early morning fog I see Visions of the things to be The pains that are withheld for me I realize and I can see...
— 10.02.2004, 21:47:30
The game of life is hard to play I'm gonna lose it anyway The losing card I'll someday lay So this is all I have to say
— 10.02.2004, 21:46:58