journal graphique d'un soumis: 1) The night is bitter, The stars have lost their glitter; The winds grow colder And suddenly you're older - And all because of the man that got away.

Sunday, September 28, 2008

1) The night is bitter, The stars have lost their glitter; The winds grow colder And suddenly you're older - And all because of the man that got away.

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