Love Is A Flower And You Its Only Seed at Gemma Ross blog

Love Is A Flower And You Its Only Seed. Its the dream afraid of waking, that. Some say love it is a river. That leaves your soul to bleed. I say love, it is a flower, and you, its only seed. Some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed some say love, it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need i say love, it is a flower, and. Some say love, it is a hunger. Its the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance. Some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed. That leaves your soul to bleed. That leaves your soul to bleed. Some say love, it is a razor. Some say love it is a razor. Some say love, it is a river. Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need. Some say love, it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed.

Love Is Flower You Are The Seed at Sheila Ferrin blog
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Some say love, it is a hunger. Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need. Some say love it is a razor. That drowns the tender reed some say, love. Its the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance. The rose (from the rose soundtrack) some say, love. That leaves your soul to bleed. Some say love, it is a river. Some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed. That leaves your soul to bleed.

Love Is Flower You Are The Seed at Sheila Ferrin blog

Love Is A Flower And You Its Only Seed Some say love, it is a hunger. That leaves your soul to bleed. That drowns the tender reed. Some say love, it is a river. Some say love, it is a hunger. That leaves your soul to bleed. The rose (from the rose soundtrack) some say, love. That drowns the tender reed some say, love. Some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed. That leaves your soul to bleed. Some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed some say love, it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need i say love, it is a flower, and. Its the heart afraid of breaking, that never learns to dance. Its the dream afraid of waking, that. That drowns the tender reed. Some say love, it is a hunger, an endless aching need. Some say love it is a razor.

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