Oh god how spring live When you want to love so much And enjoy until oblivion. Pour into glasses our potion, Crystal rings, the soul burns, Humbleness is passing away. Oh god how spring live When you lowered your eyelids, My soul has entered you, The silence of eternity froze, The crafty moon has risen. Tell me, can I still love? Oh God, how to live spring!
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Summer evening. The hot air began to cool, and the sea smelled of coolness and the smell of seaweed and mussels tired of the sun. The sound of the surf is not audible, it is muffled by the roaring engines of cars, the tramp of people running down the street, the music from the café and the voice of people scurrying about shopping - ...
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Sweet bliss, bliss silence.
Languid eyelids and voice of crystal.
All, dying down, I covered my shoulders.
Lip cool expectation tasted.
Drops of fog showered the hips.
My arms were embraced by my camp.
Sounds of delight, desire for flight,
Happiness consoling, torment moan -
It's beautiful, like ...
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Languid eyelids and voice of crystal.
All, dying down, I covered my shoulders.
Lip cool expectation tasted.
Drops of fog showered the hips.
My arms were embraced by my camp.
Sounds of delight, desire for flight,
Happiness consoling, torment moan -
It's beautiful, like ...
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Vice.
I may be too wicked, but I still have an overwhelming desire to experience passion and violence. With all my being, I often feel the power of male hands, a slap in the face, the cold of the whitewashed wall, from which a pleasant shiver runs, the pain of a body from kisses, taste ...
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I may be too wicked, but I still have an overwhelming desire to experience passion and violence. With all my being, I often feel the power of male hands, a slap in the face, the cold of the whitewashed wall, from which a pleasant shiver runs, the pain of a body from kisses, taste ...
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LAST YOUR WORDS
I'm sorry, I'm just leaving, only anger will be replaced by mercy.
For the rudeness of pity crying, my pride will not take away.
You were dear to me, but now, in the soul of a sick resentment stone.
Such another, such a stranger, as if she had never known.
Thank you for releasing and ...
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I'm sorry, I'm just leaving, only anger will be replaced by mercy.
For the rudeness of pity crying, my pride will not take away.
You were dear to me, but now, in the soul of a sick resentment stone.
Such another, such a stranger, as if she had never known.
Thank you for releasing and ...
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