they sat on a beach and waited for rain
he threw
Downstairs ther was a ghost
Down in my cellar Down in
Last week you told me that I was pretty sweet.
You
If I invent a weather,
That could defy all the clouds,
Would
two freckles on your face so appropriately placed, that no
show me your palm
your soft, sweaty skin
i can read the
she was quite the loveliest thing that
he had ever
painting by numbers is hard
it's hard to stay in the
two little ladies sat eating their biscuits
waiting for the wind
say you love me then you leave me
can't keep waiting
There's so many people at the station waiting for a
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