
My Lady d'Arbanville, you look so cold tonight.
Your lips feel like winter,
your skin has turned to white, your skin has turned to white.
I can't lift you up cause my mind is tired, it's family beaches that I desire. That sacred night where we watched the fireworks. They frightened the babies and you know they've got two flashing eyes and if they are color blind, they make me feel, that I'm only all I see sometimes.
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deliiciosaente invernoso.
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