Harcore CORTAMOS LA LUZ , PARA COJERNOS AL ELECTRICISTA Y AL PORTERO, ENCIMA PERLA NOS TRAJO UN LINDO REGALITO 1 2afg
Without the gentle moonlight
Despair descends, too soon. All charm and ever smiling,
Is my nymph with golden hair,
Bold, beauteous and beguiling,
And gentle as the air,
But when burning passions claim her
And desire fans her flame,
Neither sea nor storm can tame her,
For they fear her very name
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