| /~gestionis |
[21 Jan 2008|09:11am] |
ain't you wealthy, ain't you wise? ain't you made to give to me? ain't it all good, enough to sing? it's a wonderous day to see, the joy i hope in me while i leave. now you've seen the evil eye so hold on to me while i cry. the moon is very low, it watches while i go, where i go. bound in blankets and blond hair you'll be shocked to find me
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