Tao and the Witch She has left, but her heart remaind. I lay put, among the trees, Does she know I love her, can she hear my tears? She looks and I tremble, she kisses and scream, oh how I miss her touch, she is my darkness and I her light She will land in six days, and I will see her. The Tao and the witch will become one again, but forever.Birth sign: Not entered
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