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“The sun is so cruel…”
ОглавлениеThe sun is so cruel,
Kissing my face after yours,
Making me feel
The smell of your skin in its rays.
The sun is so cruel,
Kissing my face after yours,
Making me feel
The smell of your skin in its rays.
