Standard Posted by Diana Christine Hereld Posted on August 7, 2012 Posted under Music, Personal Work Comments 1 Comment You Always Say That Floating, falling, no sense of resolve or end. There will be vocals when I find the words. Share this: Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X More Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Like Loading...
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