Autumn comes and then she leaves so quickly. I didn't get a chance to speak her tongue. I didn't get a chance to kiss her hand. The drums are somewhere in the distance calling her to sleep as Lady Winter prepares to make her fleat and army. Come marching on this lands bringing their white conquer.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
Their White Conquer
Autumn comes and then she leaves so quickly. I didn't get a chance to speak her tongue. I didn't get a chance to kiss her hand. The drums are somewhere in the distance calling her to sleep as Lady Winter prepares to make her fleat and army. Come marching on this lands bringing their white conquer.
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