Posts by Josh Deadicated
When the last rose of summer pricks my finger,
And the hot sun
When the last rose of summer pricks my finger, And the hot sun chills me to the bone, When I cant hear the song for the singer, And I cant tell my pil...
When the last rose of summer pricks my finger, And the hot sun chills me to the bone, When I cant hear the song for the singer, And I cant tell my pil...
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