Из альбома: Interiors

Lay your head upon my shoulder
Somehow I feel obliged
And I?ve never offered
This kind of art
And love is appearance of justice and
Harmony will come
It will be much brighter
Will I see you in the fall
Love is appearance of justice and
Harmony will come
Love is appearance of justice and
Harmony will come
I will adore your eyes

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