энтони лашден
I'm a five-pound rent boy, mr. Darcy.




It's so beautiful & terrible

It was something of an end
Of a lovely & a wild thing
So beautiful in the morning
You're beautiful
So beautiful

I can't seem to get it through your head
No matter what I do
I can't seem to get it through your head
That I always love you

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