Suck all the trouble spots, raise the lips, get closer,
Slow, tender blood and heart trembled, blood vessels
I give it to your lips; Green grass and soft sea breeze;
In my deepest heart the soft sleepless shawl, all the clouds of pain
The voice will blush and the blue lips.
The hearing will be gone in the evening
The tears are towards me. Soft vocals composed of soft melody;
Give it happiness is in the white clouds, deep in the art, in my rich petals.
It is cold, my soft body flutters, and touches the goose
All the pleas of the heart will be extinguished by
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