. . The dreamer and the wine. Poet without a rhyme. A widowed writer torn apart by chains of hell. . One last perfect verse. Is still the same old song
. . The dreamer and the wine. Poet without a rhyme. A widowed writer torn apart by chains of hell. . One last perfect verse. Is still the same old song
I once knew a poet. Who lived before his time. He and his dog spooner. Would listen while he'd rhyme. Words to make ya happy. Words to make you cry. Then one day the poet suddenly did die
Hey sister poet dear, brother poet to. These tears and words I'm makin'. Wanna be with you. 'Cause I need to spend my body. I'm a music makin' man. And no peace can release me like. This
Hey sister poet dear, brother poet to. These tears and words I'm makin'. Wanna be with you. 'Cause I need to spend my body. I'm a music makin' man. And no peace can release me like. This
Hey sister poet dear, brother poet to. These tears and words I'm makin'. Wanna be with you. 'Cause I need to spend my body. I'm a music makin' man. And no peace can release me like. This
your city down, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord. 0033. 700. 0037. 730There will come a poet. 0039. 660Whose weapon is His word. 0041. 550He will slay you with His tongue, oh lei-oh lai-oh Lord. 0045. 690Oh lei, oh
Too much love for the hood rats. I said I got too much love for the mandem. I said I got too much love for the hood rats. I said I got too much love for the mandem I like cars a lot. Got the same
đã không vì nhau để giờ (I love you). Nắng mang em đi rồi em để lại đớn đau muôn phần. Đã lỡ buông nhau rã rời thôi thì ta phải đành cách xa. Nhớ nhau bao nhiêu phần cũng đâu thể tìm thấy nhau. Cách xa
Words like love and happiness. They don't seem to stand up baby. When you put em to the test. You say that you're a poet. That your life's a work of art. But you can't. Paint love by numbers
Bài hát Love Story (From "Love Story") - Richard Clayderman. Where do I begin. To tell the story of how great a love can be. The sweet love story that is older than the sea. The simple truth about
. Bought me roses and took my heart . He was living for his art . Such a poet in the way he talked . Chorus . But he don’t love me . No, he don’t love me . No, he don't wake up in the night and want me by