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a moroccan ''s, like a beautiful

bud breaking my heart you're my smile
instant noticeable absence is very difficult asset
have your hair silky touch
have a longing eyes rain

I say on behalf of the Moroccan Favorite
Favorite stars, wrote the Moroccan
the sun jealous love my Moroccan

my hands are trembling eyes steamed
I miss you, burning with longing
Be the light of this world is dark to me
I know you're going to marry this strange

I gave the name of the song that I wrote
The story of loneliness described in this
I now call this my heart stops
I love the delicate Moroccan

either you love me I love you

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13.09.2012 13:50:24

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