The winter is
Killing me softly...
THE HUNGOVER MAN
Last night the world was great he sighed, we...
I look down at you,
Small poppet...
music is to the mind what earth is to flowers
what you might find in April...
Macmillan cancer research...
Honestly,
I don't want...
How, in jungles,
the strong separate...
How many times have you changed
your perspective on the past...
Be there for me
With that beautiful warm smile...