. Soleil fragile. Les bateaux sont rangés. Pour un meilleur avril. Alors moi je regarde les vagues. Dans mon coeur quelquechose a bouge. Il etait tendre et sauvage. Et le voila qui se raconte. Il m'a quittée
in all of the ranges. We fall to our death with a mixture of races. . And then the walls come tumbling down. And everybody's getting higher and higher. And then the moonlight hits the town. To
. Opening my third eye. * this on the words I say. Man stand a diligent, militant. With the sentiment, I'm here to represent. Constant changes like past ranges. Evident, the time we spend to sacred
