My heart is on a rampant run far from the catch of what it’s feel sought
Perhaps the glorious feel was a dream bigger than a glimpse of seekers

ven a mi mi querido amor, my crush to her amid my shiver.
Savest her cologne the realest woods thundered in bouquets in bits of taste in fragrances.

Mayhem, in my aluta for her. My spokenlessness amid tenderly desires
Wide affirm she glitters with smiles
Far wide I shrink of worries
What could I have missed if delay my way to find thee fairly lady
Set off my targarine saliva what tastes worse than being a coward tho what sounds best when you stand over the Calvary and her intertwined over you
And so her eyes over her hands she spots on to him to be lucky your lucky guess
Be it me or tales of another the diamond in her forever shines
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