Posts by Marjan Pecanov
Your hands are so cold, my love
Beneath these leafless winter
Your hands are so cold, my love Beneath these leafless winter trees Your lips are ocean blue, my love, And have ceased to call my name Its oh so cold...
Your hands are so cold, my love Beneath these leafless winter trees Your lips are ocean blue, my love, And have ceased to call my name Its oh so cold...
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