I don't want to knock on the door that will never ever open for me again. Never.
God, may you give me the strength for that, may I?
Remember those considerate nights that turned out to be turned away, walked back quietly upwards towards the Coronation Avenue, I was exhausted, not physically.
I don't want to knock on the door that will never ever open for me again. Never. Even though I would miss it, more than badly, in my dreams, sometimes.
God, may you give me the strength for that, may I?
Remember those considerate nights that turned out to be turned away, walked back quietly upwards towards the Coronation Avenue, I was exhausted, not physically.
I don't want to knock on the door that will never ever open for me again. Never. Even though I would miss it, more than badly, in my dreams, sometimes.
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