.. fast nu när jag kollade tempen så .. jupp .. jag har feber.
Typiskt!
Typiskt!
Now here's tomorrow's then
Tomorrow
is simply a maybe
Yesterday's a blur
that's already gone
And I struggle to keep the time
To keep the time....
Beatitude
Spare your secrets
To rain from the sky
And enjoy
Falling from grace
I can not exchange this feeling in my heart
For the fortunes of the multitudes
There's an art to making sense, I know
But the only word that comes to mind is Beatitude....
Is Beatitude
....
Is Beatitude
But the only word that comes to mind is Beatitude
Ladda hem dagens låt..
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