love is true. Coming closer with our eyes, a distance falls around our bodies. Out in the garden, the moon seems very bright. Six saintly shrouded men move
I don't want to be weak I want to be strong Not a fat happy weakling With two useless arms A mouth that keeps moving With nothing to say An eternal baby Who never moved
t think they already tapped your line Medicine is big business so my remedies is herbal It's music is for the people so we Reflection Eternal Listen,