www.albumcancionyletra.com
A
A
A
A
A
Imprimir
Theatre Of Tragedy
Samantha
Cede the wherefores and do na chide,
Maybe I am peenging - ween of joy;
Cede the wherefores and do na chide -
Thrawn and slab of leer I hold thee, and yore was 'gal.
Riddance,
Sith the one.