A place eye can bee
not as hot as a blast furnace
just write for mye ewe to bee.
L() () king for LOVE in mye Heaven.
Heaven is the heart of ewe.
L() () king and wanting me.
Chatting and dining me.
Places we go.
One person for me.
Pleease.
Just ewe.
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