They looked. At her this way. Every since. She was a girl. Mr. Feathers. Mr. Feathers. The echo. In every smile. That would curl. Into a leer. Oh, my dear. (Oh, my dear). Mr. Feathers
Love is Blue - . Blue, blue, my world is blue . Blue is my world now I'm without you . Gray, gray, my life is gray . Cold is my heart since you went away . Red, red, my eyes are red . Crying for you a
