And ever scince im in sublime love
but your shun ws unrequited
Sort of drinking off milk
And scince then your beauty is a tower
The wind blowing through the forest
But requittted love must be like mixing cream into coffee
something of salsa or tango
You are definitely salsa,
We all tear of our clothes when you come
And the laws you decide oh whitch of the north
Has us vassals to your reighn of madness
The whitch of the soulth is so tender with os and requite our caresses with a kiss
WE are two blonds and my black witch makes such an exiting product
Uotstanding long awaited redemption
Our empire isn't worth the forest or the river to eden
the passion in the forest sings like a bird our species of human need lessons from cupid to
make us smile
The truth is we are just bonfires like any other bonfires
That people come near to warm themselves
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