When wishes are vicious, dreams are whims
Sane man meows at noon.
veden fragmentteja, oceani di pietre
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Zucchero, rosso come il Crepuscolo. Neither heart nor soul can be nationalised, write this down, bastards, on yo... -
Are Green Eyes fondly and tenderly watching Deutsch sushi again at this very moment? If life give' Thee coconuts (do not) make lemo... -
Brazil nuts that grow in Bolivia are still con side red Brazil, that's nuts! ...
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