Two little birds sing about an old town reaching the sky. And they say shell never grow up, shell remain child for ever, as if she was Peter Pan. Nice town, indeed. Very nice birds too! I hope they, one day, will have big and strong wings to fly higher and higher, always beautifully!
Two little birds sing about an old town reaching the sky. And they say shell never grow up, shell remain child for ever, as if she was Peter Pan. Nice town, indeed. Very nice birds too! I hope they, one day, will have big and strong wings to fly higher and higher, always beautifully!
jonaslivingasaseagul 2 years ago
sao os melhores sem duvida: DD
DanielaSofia93 2 years ago