by Guest » Wed Oct 18, 2006 10:35 pm
Looking for an old him, I can only remember the chorus:
at the end of my dream,
there is a city of gold.
Its heavenly beauties are great to be told
where rivers of love
gently flow in a stream
life is eternal
at the end of my dream
Looking for an old him, I can only remember the chorus:
at the end of my dream,
there is a city of gold.
Its heavenly beauties are great to be told
where rivers of love
gently flow in a stream
life is eternal
at the end of my dream