THE BEST SIDE OF BEST SONGS OF ALL TIME

Fatima sits over a rock/Her property was her palace, and now it’s gone, collapsed and broken/To whom can she complain?/She fell target to this entice amongst correct and remaining…/Is it written, if the troops appear or not?Once i look into your eyes/It’s similar to a starry evening/They sparkle and shine against mine/Along with the brillianc