longing, but it is residential And now I set out In delirium
Do of your love Island and archipelago Or this mirage transcends palm in your country
Do not blame me, for I am
A pen writes for madness
He writes to you
Do not ask me about love the first two have sinned
Do not ask me, my greed drowned in nostalgia
In the shadows of the bush, sang
Jasmine
I only read your eyes, I am satisfied
I know I will not be back
Do not blame her letters It resembles a sad spirit
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