Come My Heart,
Lets consume the twilight
Singing the birth of wintry mist,
Come lets be blessed and never be missed,
Come My Heart,
Lets drink a cup of sunset orange warm,
Holding in us an oceanic form,
Come lets be blessed and full of bliss.
At least they have given her The State Funeral With tongue cut, She could not have spoken for The rare award, The police have done the th...
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