I'll hear Old winter's song But I miss you most of all My darling When autumn leaves Start to fall Start to fall Start to fall Autumn leaves
bit late to the table tonight These flame tipped leaves are all racing in this Autumn?s breeze They don?t stop or throw glances at me in their trip through the trees Past the portrait
Autumn, wicked sanctuary of devastated And Mysterious landscapes... My portrait of death framing night passion A fire with desire... Oh, this fatal passion
the petals of the flowers That thee stained with mortal, coagulated blood... On the walls, midnight closes even the stoical eyes Of the unsleeping portraits
lightly played The summer rain upon my face Like polka dots and ballerinas You floated right between us With gossamer and feathers You fanned the flames portraits caught in autumn
difference between me and you But if you're all I've got I'll have nothing left After what i'm about to do Let's begin this autumn drive One jerk of
From grace I fell in love with her scent and feline lure And jade woodland eyes that ushered in the impurest Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm autumn
poetry From grace I fell in love with her Scent and feline lure and jade Woodland eyes that ushered in the impurest Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm autumn
worked and autumn turned to spring For every stroke she painted a little life was ended At last I felt so weak I could not even speak But in that fatal portrait
The yellow walls are lined with portraits And I've got my new red fetching leather jacket All these poses such beautiful poses Makes any boy feel like
could you possibly know how much? So I reach for your love Like the moon and the stars Ever in my sight Ever out of touch Now, I could paint your portrait
the veneer To see beneath the surface Somewhere in between The idea and the action Everything is real [Solo Mendonca] Dissolving in darkness And autumnal
on the petals of the flowers That thee stained with mortal, coagulated blood... On the walls, midnight closes even the stoical eyes Of the unsleeping portraits
slide on the petals of the flowers That thee stained with mortal, coagulated blood... On the walls, midnight closes even the stoical eyes Of the unsleeping portraits
, field like any other where one short story came to its end What darkness runs through the mind of those so young to paint so black a portrait And little
poetry.... From grace I fell in love with Her Scent and feline lure And jade woodland eyes that ushered in the impurest "Erotic, laden fantasies amid this warm Autumn
Just an ordinary day, I knew that autumn was on its way, I could see by the gilt of the clouds, the burnish on the bay, A ring of effusia settled on
