Monday, March 5, 2012


When the candles are blown,
wishes are flown,
high and away to the sky,
on hope as wings to rely,
and answers are yet to be known.

.. letztes Jahr habe ich alle meine W√ľnsche an dir verbraucht,
und heute immer noch .... 
God, protect me from what i want ...

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