sri, 15. veljače '06 u 15:56
iced earth - the phantom opera ghost
Y: I'm so torn between love, death, life, and hate
M: Don't you doubt me, what we have is just our fate.
I now own you from this day forth; you'll be my slave
Y: Oh Dear God for this life I've lost the will
M: No this can't be I'd rather you die than spoil my dream.
Myself I'll kill if I can't have you no one will
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
In Soviet Russia,
Poem writes you.
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eto t imini esej o tome...
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