Back Then In France

Back Then In France

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Oh my queen, Your youth is your adornment, youth itself is your jewel. You are the freshness of flowers, What can I say about your innocence! When the pleasant fragrance blows, i swear you are my favourite. When the pleasant fragrance blows, i swear you are my favourite!. I bowed down to you, your feets are the only place i want to spend my rest life. I don't give a bit to the things which affects me. Unless you are happy i am happy. I don't know what i did before that i am able to see you from my eyes. My shitty eyes starts to burn when i see your shadow. You are divine, the only goddess and wisdom i believe in. You are yourself a religion. And i will like to continue worship you all life. I don't deserve you, but you deserve everything! From- Robert To- kartalia Old school love of country named france I hope you'll enjoy - Catalina sol (Sorry for weak english, and grammatical error)
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