beauty ;
it seems a word invented for her
when she dances ,revealing her body
like a bird
sperads its wings to fly
I feel the devil take me by the feet
my eyes gazed under her gipsy dress
what shall i pray to mather Mary for ?
....
o ... Satan ! oh ... let me just once
press my fingers through her hair
...
Notre Dame de paris /song 19
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می بینم که کامنتدونی باز شد.
:)
so nice.....
سلام سلام سلام
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