Posts by Tony Machin
The clouds are playing our
heart again.
waltzing in the blue.
The clouds are playing our heart again. waltzing in the blue. But wherever my feet wander, my kisses belong to you. For I get a little stronger...
The clouds are playing our heart again. waltzing in the blue. But wherever my feet wander, my kisses belong to you. For I get a little stronger...
When the traveller.
has come to the
end of his road.
As the night
When the traveller. has come to the end of his road. As the night has seen the last of his day. When the blue of the sky has reached the burn of the...
When the traveller. has come to the end of his road. As the night has seen the last of his day. When the blue of the sky has reached the burn of the...
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