#20427 - Now our love finds its season, Our passions grow and bloom, Our wits are lost, our reason Flees from the tower room. All charm and ever smiling, Is my nymph with golden hair, Bold, beauteous and beguiling, And gentle as the air, But when burning passions claim her And desire fans her flame, Neither sea nor storm can tame her, For they fear her very name. They unveil the autumn moon And leave the breezes to compose A most triumphal tune.
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Clownpiece
Damn you really shoot a lot
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Vorrei avere un medico cosi sofia sei un incanto
Seras victoria
Come on 1 more time plz fuck me harder
Valkyrie
Oh how i wish upon a star for this