There, inside the garden
They kissed and the sun rose
And he walked a little further
And he found he was alone
And the wind it gathered round him
He was thinking of his sins
And he's looking for his song-bird
He was looking for his wings...
They kissed and the sun rose
And he walked a little further
And he found he was alone
And the wind it gathered round him
He was thinking of his sins
And he's looking for his song-bird
He was looking for his wings...
Wednesday May 5 @ 02:11pm
tagged as: madonna. Peter Lindbergh.
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