"The rain was fallin and,and slowly and sweetly and stinging my eyes
And I could not see that he became my voodoo priest
And I was his faithful concubine"
And I could not see that he became my voodoo priest
And I was his faithful concubine"
“A house is made of walls and beams; a home is built with love and dreams.”
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I share my dreams with her
I share my fears
I love the rain
I love the rain
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