Dec 2014
Her eyes are dark,
Like the abyss,
Her Hair is black,
She’s such a bliss;
Lips like cherry,
I’d love to kiss,
And her cheeks,
You wouldn't miss;
Like the abyss,
Her Hair is black,
She’s such a bliss;
Lips like cherry,
I’d love to kiss,
And her cheeks,
You wouldn't miss;
(Malta)
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