The light of the sun
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Última publicación sáb, mar 28, 2015
All of the stars collided to create your heart
The one that twinkles as the fire burns inside you
Creating a light so bright and heavenly
Like a vampire I hiss and cover
I love the sun you've create for my dark world
But I cannot come out if the shade unless I'm willing to burn
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