Intellectual refinement’s one thing. Moral refinement’s something different.
I'll have to walk a thousand miles just to find the ground deserving of your feet
...you were my compass star… you were my measure… you were a pirate’s map of buried treasure…
if this was all correct, the last thing i’d expect…the prosecution rests.. it’s time that i confess,
i must have loved you.
Excuse me, are you lost? Perhaps you would care to visit the site map