Mon beaux yeux Irlandais. Je t'adore > My beautiful Irish eyes. I adore
Ton sourire, et ton cicatrice > Your smile, and your scar
Beaucoup et tu sais il. Il y a beaucoup > a lot and you know it. There are a lot
De choses j'aime de toi, mais > of things I love of you, but
Je ne peux pas dit a toi en > I cannot tell you in
Tout le monde de langues. Je > All the languages in the world. I
Suis de heureux je recontre a toi. > Am lucky I met (with) you.
Ne me quitte pas, s'il tu plaît. > Don't leave me, please.
Merci pour existant. > Thank you for existing.
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Noyadé
PuisiA series of small works: finished works and unfinished scraps and sober thoughts and inebriated words and drunk minds and me. All of me in here.
