Nancy Arnaud ITUNE http://nancyarnaud.zimbalam.com/?lang=fr
C'est une music que j'ai composé il y a bien longtemps
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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 http://nancyarnaud.zimbalam.com/?lang=fr C'est une music que j'ai composé il y a bien longtemps IMAGE CHOC!. Après avoir vu un doc sur une certaine drogue ,Je voulais faire passez le message.http://fr-fr.facebook.com/nancy.arnaud.3 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
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