Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ's gone country ..back soon!:
you can keep as quiet as you like, but one of these days somebody is going to find you
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ's gone country ..back soon!:
a woman, especially if she have the misfortune of knowing anything, should conceal it as well as she can
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ's gone country ..back soon!:
and the afterglow of your gaze...is the only sweater that I need
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ's gone country ..back soon!:
someday she might replace whatever of her had gone away by some prosthetic device, a dress of a certain colour, a phrase in a letter, another lover . . . .
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ's gone country ..back soon!:
they said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ's gone country ..back soon!:
while those who speak about one's miseries usually hurt, those who keep silent hurt more
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ's gone country ..back soon!:
my heart is what it was before, a house where people come and go
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ's gone country ..back soon!:
ever thought that being lost IS our destination?
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ's gone country ..back soon!:
there comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ's gone country ..back soon!:
all these are but golden dreams
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a thimbleful of red is redder than a bucketful
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ's gone country ..back soon!:
the future is called “perhaps'
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ's gone country ..back soon!:
the question is not what you look at, but what you see
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ's gone country ..back soon!:
I think whenever one has something unpleasant to say, one should always be quite candid
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ's gone country ..back soon!:
what lies in the heart of the unsaid?
Bᴏᴜᴅɪᴄᴄᴀ's gone country ..back soon!:
the world sleeps, blind to brilliance that thrives in the dark