terça-feira, 9 de setembro de 2014

Memories


                                                                                                                                                                And it's gone, just like a grain of sand in the ocean or a heart with no motion. There is pain before gain, you were the smell before rain. If there's a thing to keep, is the memories we buit. I don' know what went wrong, I just know where I belong. I guess this is goodbye, I only hope that love was something we could buy.

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