The kettle's on, The sun has gone, another day
She offers me Tibetan tea on a flower tray
She's at the door, she wants to score
She really needs to say
I loved you a long time ago, you know
Where the wind's own forget-me-nots blow
But I just couldn't let myself go
Not knowing what on earth there was to know
But I wish that I had 'cause I'm feeling so sad
That I never had one of your children
Across the room, inside a tomb, a chance has waxed and waned
The night is young, why are we so hung up in each other's chains?
I must take her
I must make her while the dove domains
And feel the juice run as she flies
Run my wings under her sighs
As the flames of eternity rise
To lick us with the first born lash of dawn
Oh really my dear I can't see what we fear
Standing here with ourselves in between us
And at the door, we can't say more, than just another day
And without a sound, I turn around, and walk away
Matytumet, Silentistas online. Viskas regis tvarkoj. Tik metus ne zodzio puslapyj nesurezga, children of bodom ir bury tomorrow 10-ais vertina kasdien.
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Balti, juodi laukeliai. Karalius, bokštas, pėstininkas...
Čia šachmatų žaidėjai Mintis į priekį gena tinka.
Čia galvą naudot privaloma, Strategija – apgalvota.
O futbolo aikštėje, žiūrėk. Kova verda beprotiška!
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Bet jeigu is 48 saliu kur LT reitingu lentelej yra140ieji pasaulyje, ateityje turesim gera komanda, to pasekoje - ir stadijona, as nebetylesiu kaip sirgalis. Reksiu, spardysiu kamuoli, losiu totalizatoriu ir nesirgsiu uz kokia yiponcu komanda kaip snd
Ka reik daryti kad nemiegotu ant zemes kamuoliai? Reik juos spardyt metyt ar kitaip gniauzyt, nes apkerpejes daiktas sukiuza, sudziuna, nebestangrus - ypac vasara! Kick de bol ;7]