accidentally shot you in the heart. Innocently looked at his face, suspended in the stillness of the great Lord. You looked so dignified when frozen heart of this leak stróżki blood.
Wpatrywałeś bezemocjonalną in my face, eye depth of the sea. Am I at fault, dear?
Zastygłeś in nipokoju, pain and betrayal. You died for love. Apparently it's common.
Wpatrywałeś bezemocjonalną in my face, eye depth of the sea. Am I at fault, dear?
Zastygłeś in nipokoju, pain and betrayal. You died for love. Apparently it's common.
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