Thursday, February 19, 2015
'Wash Me' Diaries: Day 6
Locked up deep inside where the eye can't see or which the wind can't set free. Silence silence silence... who knows what is right and what is wrong? Who decides? Who can set me free? Where have all the flowers gone... Nightingale, sing us a song... Of a love that once belonged.
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