Memories Lost

LETTURE 3
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Tempo <5 mins

LETTURE 3
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Parti 1
Tempo <5 mins

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I didn't expect to wake up to police pounding of my door.
I didn't expect to find out the love of my life was in a accident.
I wasn't prepared for this. 
I wasn't prepared to forget.Tutti i diritti riservati

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Saying Goodbye
dom, ago 30, 2015

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Saying Goodbye
dom, ago 30, 2015

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The Full-Fledged Ride

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