DesireIt is a play, it is only a game, dreams - noisy pack of dogs. Alongside the Waking in silence went past, fearsome in dusky grey frocks. She plaited a ribbon, a trace of colour, in her tress, raising whispers so shy to the drop of dreams, the sweet sweet venom, to be killed by the dew, to die.Desire
I appreciate it
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Play for me, Minstrel My Love,
Play a harp, her neck is of gold,
In a dance, which covers my soul,
I'll become the mirror of my thoughts.
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Non nobis, non nobis, Domine, sed nomini
tuo da gloriam
The perfect couple of the world, toit et moi baby !
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Welcome on
have a nice day
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Play for me, Minstrel My Love,
Play a harp, her neck is of gold,
In a dance, which covers my soul,
I'll become the mirror of my thoughts.
Kiss
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