An Ode To My Departed Love The chords I played on my guitar,were like handcuffs of love made of sweet-smelling…
I Go Picking Seashells I look at the deep blue sea,stretching endlessly before me,as I sit on the sands, alone,…
An Ode To My Departed Love The chords I played on my guitar,were like handcuffs of love made of sweet-smelling…
I Go Picking Seashells I look at the deep blue sea,stretching endlessly before me,as I sit on the sands, alone,…