Title Bronte. Artist Gotye. Albums Making Mirrors. Now your bowl is empty. And your feet are cold. And your body cannot stop rocking. I know. It hurts to let go. Since the day we found you. You have
O'connell Maura. Wandering Home. Teddy O'neill. I dreamt all last night. Oh bad 'cess to my dreaming. I'd die if I thought t'would come surely to pass. I dreamt while the tears down my pillow we
