“The crazy days, the city lights. The way you’d play with me like a child. Will you still love me, When I’m no longer young and beautiful? Will you still love me, When I’ve got nothing but my aching soul? I know you will, I know you will, I know that you will. Will you still love me when I’m no longer beautiful?”
the light that gets lost gives us the beauty of the world, so much of which is in the color blue.
AND HEWAS GOING DOWN THE SLIDE SCREMAING “OHHHH SHIT” I CAN’T BREAHTE AND HTJIEN WHEN HE GOET IN THE WATER TEHN TNA T OP WE NT TO THE SIDE AND DO ES ANYBODY UNDERSTAND
