yalla!
Dodano: 16 SIERPNIA 2013
heureux?
heureux?
Now the flames they followed Joan of Arc as she came riding through the dark; no moon to keep her armour bright, no man to get her through this very smoky night. She said, 'I'm tired of the war, I want the kind of work I had before, a wedding dress or something white
to wear upon my swollen appetite.'
'Well, I'm glad to hear you talk this way, you know I've watched you riding every day and something in me yearns to win such a cold and lonesome heroine.'
'And who are you?' she sternly spoke to the one beneath the smoke. 'Why, I'm fire,' he replied, 'And I love your solitude, I love your pride.'
