the old couch wallow in the sun
brought with it the scent of forests
and everyonejoy still not left
golden hair overwhelm my face
the soft kiss my lips vibrating worth it
when silk caresses your hair I`m here
so stay forever, will be at night
look at me I am still alive
new inventory of alien instincts
cute landrace marigold
easy flowing resident meadow
silver birch jolt of serenity
oh sun, the kiss revitalized
If silk caresses your hair, I'm still alive
new inventory of alieninstincts remind
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