If the moon shines bright,
in the dead of the night,
such moon be full or half,
Will carry lust in telegraph,
from my city to city of lust,
will carry love slow or fast
lust will rain in meadow open,
burning the fire forbidden,
luiscious will force a few teardrops
in the eye of children, how to stop.
sister will betray sister.
Are you Ok, Mister
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