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Queen without a nation no copper in my blood no parade of swanky princes competing for my hand no one who dresses me with someone else's money I don't ask anything by decree and my **** doesn't fix me to an inherited bullybook composed with suavity and silky soft cords of sticky oracle words which way flag and pennant blow and that it is still far, but the nation the nation the nation Hooray Hooray Hooray I am a queen without a nation
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Aug 20, 2021
Aug 20, 2021 at 3:59 AM UTC
Without a nation
Queen without a nation no copper in my blood no parade of swanky princes competing for my hand no one who dresses me with someone else's money I don't ask anything by decree and my **** doesn't fix me to an inherited bullybook composed with suavity and silky soft cords of sticky oracle words which way flag and pennant blow and that it is still far, but the nation the nation the nation Hooray Hooray Hooray I am a queen without a nation
Collection "Mastress"
Zywa
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Amsterdam
Aug 20, 2021
Aug 20, 2021 at 3:59 AM UTC
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