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Mporw na pw kai gw to idio gia to avatar sou...CSIHARRRRROriginally Posted by symposium_lexotanil
....went away with my fathers, to gather the fallen.
To return with the wisdom of the kings....
Let me dream. (Let the jewels gleam.)
Let the fallen hear:
"It never rains around here."
The sand smothered on my chest....
Was music choir...
Το δικό μου δε σ' αρέσει αγαπουλίνι;
Who knows where the days go
And would you ever want them back
Το δικό μου?
Is it any wonder that my joke’s an iron and the joke’s on you
To diko mou?
Life begins at 45°.
To diko sou m'aresei trela milame kai ithela na rwthsw prin an exei kamia sxesh me primordial...Originally Posted by The_Painless
....went away with my fathers, to gather the fallen.
To return with the wisdom of the kings....
Let me dream. (Let the jewels gleam.)
Let the fallen hear:
"It never rains around here."
The sand smothered on my chest....
Was music choir...
ΆμεσηOriginally Posted by Entrancemperium
Who knows where the days go
And would you ever want them back
thee mou,ma einai sympathestatos!
[quote=The_Painless]Άμεση [/quote:3ykdxaz7]Originally Posted by Entrancemperium
Ok, thanx I love UUU
....went away with my fathers, to gather the fallen.
To return with the wisdom of the kings....
Let me dream. (Let the jewels gleam.)
Let the fallen hear:
"It never rains around here."
The sand smothered on my chest....
Was music choir...
Neos sympathestatos user. 5 meres prin tha mou akougotan san ena apo ta kathysterhmena anekdota sas.
Life begins at 45°.
E δεν ακούει Opeth. Είναι εξ' ορισμού συμπαθέστατος
Is it any wonder that my joke’s an iron and the joke’s on you
[quote=Entrancemperium]Ok, thanx I love UUU [/quotedlmzyy0]Originally Posted by The_Painless
υπό τους ήχους των Vint.. εχμ, Borknagar;
Who knows where the days go
And would you ever want them back
Fysika Broccoli magos eisai??? Opeth psilosuckz ektos tou Still Life mporw na pw...Originally Posted by Broccoli
....went away with my fathers, to gather the fallen.
To return with the wisdom of the kings....
Let me dream. (Let the jewels gleam.)
Let the fallen hear:
"It never rains around here."
The sand smothered on my chest....
Was music choir...
Μπες IRCOriginally Posted by Entrancemperium
Is it any wonder that my joke’s an iron and the joke’s on you