Always easy when skies are dark;
the sun burried away in a grave of grey shaded clouds.
Cry.
Always easier when there's no light,
no sun in our lives.
Glad to see clearing skies.
the sun burried away in a grave of grey shaded clouds.
Cry.
Always easier when there's no light,
no sun in our lives.
Glad to see clearing skies.
Because misery loves company. So proud of you :)
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