Omnium Gatherum - The Perfumed Garden lyrics
rate meI'm sick of all these scars - the worst of me could feel its whole grace -
"the spring of that year came back and we have met again, and your scent is
still the same"
I'm sick of all these scars - the worst of me could feel its whole grace -
"the spring of that year came back and we have met again, and your scent is
still the same"