When will I resist my sinsAnd desist from every worldy way?Enticing, she beckons me,The sweet song of the lady That impulses me.Engaging exquisite eyes, Cheerful glances, a noble charm.
K.Oni
We live and we die and we are forgotten. Life is a constantly growing rose That never kisses the sky. Our goodbyes is soon forgotten And d...
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