You got my lamb long sleep, and bird song ends. Because of us, the wind ceased to blow, just a nightmare staring outside. I know the hatred and stash Search A white coat has again and in the window grille.
You got my lamb long sleep and you can play, you can play me. Why they come to ask, come back tomorrow to ask if those in my imagination now you disappear.
Do you have a lamb to sleep long ago, today we have a midnight dark. In the morning they will be fools to lie, like having breakfast with me. Why should I lie to them, I'm here by myself, You when I like, when I got here.
You got my lamb long sleep and you can play, you can play me. Why they come to ask, come back tomorrow to wonder if those in my mind now you disappear.
You got my lamb long sleep and you can play, you can play me. Why they come to ask, come back tomorrow to wonder if those in my mind now you disappear.
"The longer I live the more I see that I am never wrong about anything, and that all the pains that I have so humbly taken to verify my notions have only wasted my time." - George Bernard Shaw
She battled through in every kind of tribulation, She revelled in adventure and imagination. She never listened to no hater, liar, Breaking boundaries and chasing fire. Oh, my my! Oh my, she flies!
I remember when I was 30. There was this guy from Venezuela, Eudardo, who coached me in tennis and well life and came to my birthday party. I played ACDC and when I asked him .. Don't you mind? He said: Its your party.
Tho I like Bon Scott much more. Do you know how he died?
On 19 February 1980, Scott, 33, passed out after a night of heavy drinking in a London club called the Music Machine (currently known as KOKO). He was left to sleep in a Renault 5 owned by an acquaintance named Alistair Kinnear, at 67 Overhill Road in East Dulwich, London.[19] The following morning, Kinnear found Scott lifeless, and alerted the authorities. Scott was rushed to King's College Hospital in Camberwell, where he was pronounced dead on arrival. It has been contended that pulmonary aspiration of vomit was the cause of Scott's death,[20] but the official cause was listed on the death certificate as "acute alcohol poisoning" and classified as "death by misadventure".[21][22] - wiki
"There are two ways to view the stars; as they really are, and as we might wish them to be." - Carl Sagan "If an argument lasts more than five minutes, both parties are wrong" unknown Self Taken Pictures of Wildlife
She battled through in every kind of tribulation, She revelled in adventure and imagination. She never listened to no hater, liar, Breaking boundaries and chasing fire. Oh, my my! Oh my, she flies!