[theesotericmale]

[theesotericmale]

[theesotericmale]

[magicandman]

[magicandman]

[magicandman]

[magicandman]

[magicandman]

[magicandman]

[magicandman]

[magicandman]

[magicandman]

[magicandman]

The summer sun is fading as the year grows old And darker days are drawing near The winter winds will be much colder Now you’re not here I watch the birds fly south across the autumn sky And one by one they disappear I wish that I was flying with them Now you’re not here..

[magicandman]

[magicandman]

[magicandman]

[magicandman]