Your face is a sun that leaves no room
And the night has to stay out of the door
"Do you not understand I could go crazy!"
overlap syncopated beats:
Heart, soul, reason
Everyone screams her.
Meanwhile, here is the usual dance rhythm;
And you do not leave me even a second of silence made
Dolce impersonal fingered.
A book after the other things that need to be made
Constraints in the limbo of "should."
You are the sweet worm
Grin
Taste of the devil that I have not tasted
And in any case are already in chains.
not scandalous?
would be light and fresh crisp air
But you want more than a moment from me ...
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