There's a sense of longing in me As I read Rosemary's letter Her writing's honest Can't forget the years She's lost in isolation She talks about her
There's a sense of longing in me As I read Rosemary's letter Her writing's honest Can't forget the years she's lost In isolation She talks about her
Preklad: Opeth. Roky izolácie.
: There's a sense of longing in me As I read Rosemary's letter Her writing's honest Can't forget the years she's lost In isolation She talks about her
