Years Of Veneers Testo
Testo Years Of Veneers
In a basket at the bottom of the well
You will find it alone and more alone there
In stone you will know what little there is to hold
So slip, beg of you, or else we must ascend back
Into the grip of hope
Where we died
You will find it alone and more alone there
In stone you will know what little there is to hold
So slip, beg of you, or else we must ascend back
Into the grip of hope
Where we died
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