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Nancy Arnaud ITUNE nancyarnaud.zimbalam.com C'est une music que j'ai composé il ya bien longtemps IMAGE CHOC!. Après avoir vu un doc sur une certaine drogue ,Je voulais faire passez le message.fr-fr.facebook.com IMAGE CHOC!. After seeing a doc about a certain drug, I wanted to pass the message. The White Angel Half angel, half demon Dressed whiteout Inspiration will cause the blood You excited my senses, Aspirant at the bottom Intoxicate in breathable, refusal reason Ancestral suffering. You choose amnesia, And hides the deficiency; For the poetry Leads to hysteria, Refusing abstinence, you harvest the fruit seeds of white powder You are my angel white,King of temptation, who will become the loverFrom my disappointment. Évoqueras the transes.Fainéant to be a friend, you burn the senses. Only fruit of my mind My mind As a hymn to life I turn to the novice. Beware of friends Impregnated by the Vice You tend hand White substance But have to plan Share their suffering Refuse to jamais entering the spiral Do not taste puts it They tell you friendly Keep this pitfall. Funeral-like Dig a coffin At the gates of darkness Nancy Arnaud SACEM
Nancy Arnaud ITUNE nancyarnaud.zimbalam.com C'est une music que j'ai composé il ya bien longtemps IMAGE CHOC!. Après avoir vu un doc sur une certaine drogue ,Je voulais faire passez le message.fr-fr.facebook.com IMAGE CHOC!. After seeing a doc about a certain drug, I wanted to pass the message. The White Angel Half angel, half demon Dressed whiteout Inspiration will cause the blood You excited my senses, Aspirant at the bottom Intoxicate in breathable, refusal reason Ancestral suffering. You choose amnesia, And hides the deficiency; For the poetry Leads to hysteria, Refusing abstinence, you harvest the fruit seeds of white powder You are my angel white,King of temptation, who will become the loverFrom my disappointment. Évoqueras the transes.Fainéant to be a friend, you burn the senses. Only fruit of my mind My mind As a hymn to life I turn to the novice. Beware of friends Impregnated by the Vice You tend hand White substance But have to plan Share their suffering Refuse to jamais entering the spiral Do not taste puts it They tell you friendly Keep this pitfall. Funeral-like Dig a coffin At the gates of darkness Nancy Arnaud SACEM