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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;">Promnight<p style="padding: 0px; margin: 0px; border: 0px initial initial;">**Promnight**
It is incomprehensible how wonderful it is - no way to happiness is, not a happy memory as the path to happiness maple door. Ah, that happiness bird hunt is to go without roads and without hands contractor. To become king of happiness story is that stupid and be amazed. During the wait, we of the day, days fade cold and pale. Question re, tired brain, is your dream, your success star, light, and betrayal?Your eyes are fiery, and my soul is pitch and resin. Turn from me, förr'n I lit a mile before the! A violin I am with all the world's visor in its box, you can bring it to play, how you want and what you want. Turn from me, please talk to me! I want to burn, I want to cool. I desire and I am longing, FRONTIERSMAN between autumn and spring. Tense are all the strings, let them sing, rusigt mad, in a last RICH higsong all my love-pain. Turn to me, ask your from me! As an autumn evening, let us burn; stormens joy flows through our banner of blood and gold - until it calms and I see in the twilight your steps away, you, the last thing that followed me to my hot youth sake.I kiss you and sorry not. Im i always sad? No! Now, good girl, answer me, What bliss kiss gives you, you love it as well as I: Now tell me, what its grace, I ask now, I just ask and gets a reply only kiss on the kiss. If in my lip Monday honey hidden, You kissed the no more tenderly; If bile were splashing derpå, You kissed tenderly equal anyway. Ensure, hvad förebär you well, If anyone asks for reasons, if any barefacedly now come and ask: If i can kiss you 'And people dommen strictly, my friend, What shall say about it, as otherwise than kiss do, And sjelf not once know why? For my part I am not found of, what godt in the kiss may be; But I want die, if I have a moment to be shut down from your purpurmun.
It is incomprehensible how wonderful it is - no way to happiness is, not a happy memory as the path to happiness maple door. Ah, that happiness bird hunt is to go without roads and without hands contractor. To become king of happiness story is that stupid and be amazed. During the wait, we of the day, days fade cold and pale. Question re, tired brain, is your dream, your success star, light, and betrayal?Your eyes are fiery, and my soul is pitch and resin. Turn from me, förr'n I lit a mile before the! A violin I am with all the world's visor in its box, you can bring it to play, how you want and what you want. Turn from me, please talk to me! I want to burn, I want to cool. I desire and I am longing, FRONTIERSMAN between autumn and spring. Tense are all the strings, let them sing, rusigt mad, in a last RICH higsong all my love-pain. Turn to me, ask your from me! As an autumn evening, let us burn; stormens joy flows through our banner of blood and gold - until it calms and I see in the twilight your steps away, you, the last thing that followed me to my hot youth sake.I kiss you and sorry not. Im i always sad? No! Now, good girl, answer me, What bliss kiss gives you, you love it as well as I: Now tell me, what its grace, I ask now, I just ask and gets a reply only kiss on the kiss. If in my lip Monday honey hidden, You kissed the no more tenderly; If bile were splashing derpå, You kissed tenderly equal anyway. Ensure, hvad förebär you well, If anyone asks for reasons, if any barefacedly now come and ask: If i can kiss you 'And people dommen strictly, my friend, What shall say about it, as otherwise than kiss do, And sjelf not once know why? For my part I am not found of, what godt in the kiss may be; But I want die, if I have a moment to be shut down from your purpurmun.
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