It dwells in obscure flames
That burn within their hate...
The spirits dwell within this field,
A terrain of poppies red...
David,
Its the little things about you...
Christmas comes around
And all i want it you...
There are always people want to be leaders
That's why we have election...
Hi buddy, wishing you a happy birthday...
Once every year...
A Christmas full of joy can only be explained in...
They walk down the aisle
hand in hand...
On frightful Halloween night
I have letters loading in...
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row...
I can feel it around me
Its in the air...
The wedding day is almost here
the bride is happy and full of cheer...