Treasure Island


Musical Instruments To Produce Love

Cymbal for Zambia
Zambia for Cymbal
Zambia cymbal music
Harps to produce musical sounds
Tambourines to produce musical dances

Dances for Serbia Ladies
Samba shake body make bottom dazzle our eyes for laughter

I did not have shoes, i complained crying profusely until i saw a man without legs, i have legs and i can dance
Love sparkles beauty
Beauty sparkles dance
Dance for all is fun
Cymbal for Zambia
Zambia for cymbal
Zambia cymbal music
Harps to produce musical sounds

Tambourines to produce musical dances, we are dancing
Babies Bobos want to dance, dance away your sorrows until day - break
We are dancing

Musical instruments produce melodious sound for love flow, caresses and kisses
Dance away your sorrows
We are dancing

Submitted: Monday, September 24, 2012

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