de Le Sphinx » Mar Mai 27, 2014 7:15 am
ça c'est du teasing de-la-mort-qui-tue
When you walk,through a storm, hold your head, up high and don't be afraid, of the dark
At the end,of the storm,is a golden sky and the sweet silver song,of lark.
Walk on, through the wind, walk on, through the rain,