ჱ ﻼ .¸¸.¸¸. ﻼ ჱ ﻼ .¸¸.¸¸. ﻼ ჱ ﻼ .¸¸.¸¸. ﻼ ჱ ﻼ .¸¸.
ﻼ ჱ ﻼ .¸¸Something in me belongs to you…
ﻼ ჱ ﻼ .¸¸.Something so precious is in your hands...
ﻼ ჱ ﻼ .¸¸.But the moon still witnesses my pain…
ﻼ ჱ ﻼ .¸¸.While the Sun protects me from darkness...
ﻼ ჱ ﻼ .¸¸.The wind…Oh…it is what remains…
ﻼ ჱ ﻼ .¸¸.From my tears and sadness…
ﻼ ჱ ﻼ .¸¸.I dissolve…I am sand…
ﻼ ჱ ﻼ .¸¸.I am what you will never understand…
ﻼ ჱ ﻼ .¸¸.Lenita T.Fღ * ღ *
ﻼ ჱ ﻼ .¸¸.¸¸. ﻼ ჱ ﻼ .¸¸.¸¸. ﻼ ჱ ﻼ .¸¸.¸¸. ﻼ ჱ ﻼ .¸¸.
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