Paroles de Your Prelude
She keeps us in her dirty drawerslike little bits of treasures
you never know what to find
among glossy leaves and pines
we are descended, waiting
don't rescue us
observ e with awe and rectitude
'till it's your turn
your prelude
(Merci à Schattra pour cettes paroles)
observ e with awe and rectitude
'till it's your turn
your prelude
(Merci à Schattra pour cettes paroles)
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