As she walks in the room, scented and tall, hesitating once more. And as I take on myself and the bitterness I felt, realize that love lost.
Wild, White horses, They will take me away. And the tenderness I feel will send the dark underneath. Will I follow?
Through the glory of life, I'm scattered on the floor disappointed and sore. And in my thoughts I have bled for the riddles I've been fed, another lie moves over.
Wild, White horses, they will take me away. And the tenderness I feel will send the dark underneath. Will I follow?
Wild, white horses, they will take me away. And the tenderness I feel will send the dark underneath. Will I follow?
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