The Precious The Precious

The Library of? The Library of?

Illusions Illusions

The white tiles watch in agony as my tears mirror the glass. The white tiles watch in agony as my tears mirror the glass.

While I go to record The desires of my heart They turn into senseless scribblings While I go to record The desires of my heart They turn into senseless scribblin...

I always loved him From the bottom of my heart I always loved him From the bottom of my heart