ππ tear it apart and its come s back again a spider web rebuilt at dawn with nothing wasted does not changes with the time so earthly and ancient the myth of morning the morning make us
if I fall in love with you my heart flow through water? you are my reason my love, if I see you I never learn to hate you for I lived in your heart and for I always lived, in you I see and fell you, if I see you a sweet poetry composed by the martin poet and I desire to sing with you in my sweet stadium.