Sweet whisper of quit
Are caddling ears by naughtiness
Trough the gaps of dark eavs
White doves wake up
Sunbeams
Like favn Adams apple quivers
While hunger mouth are drinking hanny
In my chest francolin are fliting
And by me hope sits in tenderness
White doves wake up
Sunbeams
Like favn Adams apple quivers
While hunger mouth are drinking hanny
In my chest francolin are fliting
And by me hope sits in tenderness
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