I'm not sure how far I can go, where I will alight, who's will i meet... the present of moment along my way, I'm loved and that's stay with me forever.
Walk you through the park and were fine You say you like the dark and your hand in mine We climb the wired fences, pretending to hide You say that you can sense theres something outside I must be ill Keep thinking we pretend And how long before this has to end? On self medication ambition fails At best its simulation Or can you set me free? • The Radio Dept.
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I love your bunny illustrations!
I opened an collaborative online gallery, very cool!
Have a look at :
www.wix.com/vanillaroyal/gallery
Every 2 weeks I open a new exhibition, do you want to have a room?
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