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Her neck, I remember was a round ivory tower not too short, not too long Snow-white skin Snow White her name Who would not love her! Oh, her shoulders, firm and soft her arms and legs round ******* and hips straight back, perfect beauty Magic mirror on the wall who is beloved by all? We all wished to know her and hear words from her mouth that bear witness to our existence If she was only there then I could hope to love her someday
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Jun 3, 2022
Jun 3, 2022 at 3:19 AM UTC
Snow White's Death
Her neck, I remember was a round ivory tower not too short, not too long Snow-white skin Snow White her name Who would not love her! Oh, her shoulders, firm and soft her arms and legs round ******* and hips straight back, perfect beauty Magic mirror on the wall who is beloved by all? We all wished to know her and hear words from her mouth that bear witness to our existence If she was only there then I could hope to love her someday
"Book of the Duchess" (1369, Geoffrey Chaucer), also known as "The Deth of Blaunche" Collection "The Big Secret"
Zywa
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Amsterdam
Jun 3, 2022
Jun 3, 2022 at 3:19 AM UTC
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