And all the sweets of India are based in his hands, and they slip like water,
flee, intertwine, each
sensual and beautiful birds and fish . To us
streams winters. A
us peace in the beauty,
wake me at the lake bottom.
flee, intertwine, each
sensual and beautiful birds and fish . To us
streams winters. A
us peace in the beauty,
wake me at the lake bottom.
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