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من چون نمیتونم همزمان فیلم ببینم کتاب بخونم اهنگ گوش کنم گیتار بزنم و درس بخونم
Oh, to see without my eyes
The first time that you kissed me
Boundless, by the time I cried
I built your walls around me
White noise, what an awful sound
Fumbling by Rogue River
Feel my feet above the ground
Hand of God, deliver me
Oh, whoa, oh, is me
The first time that you touched me
Oh, will wonders ever cease?
Blessed be the mystery of love
Lord, I no longer believe
Drowned in living waters
Cursed by the love that I receive
From my brother's daughter
Like Hephaestion, who died
Alexander's lover
Now, my riverbed has dried
Shall I find no other?
Oh, whoa, oh, is me
I'm running like a plover
Now, I'm prone to misery
The birthmark on your shoulder
Reminds me
How much sorrow can I take?
Blackbird on my shoulder
And what difference does it make
When this love is over?
Shall I sleep within your bed?
River of unhappiness
Hold your hands upon my head
'Til I breathe my last breath
Oh, whoa, oh, is me
The last time that you touched me
Oh, will wonders ever cease?
Blessed be the mystery of love
Repost from The Willow Whispers
مگه نمیگن To be loved is to be seen، پس من چرا هیچوقت انقدر seen نشدم که بلیط اسپایدرمن برند نیو دی بگیرم.
Repost from The Willow Whispers
مگه نمیگن To be loved is to be seen، پس من چرا هیچوقت انقدر seen نشدم که بلیط اونجرز دومزدی بگیرم.
