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Dishes, draughts, cleared
Patiently, She is waiting for the man she dreams of And she hopes for a true miracle amidst the men In the tent of her latent desires, obsession of her hopes Double-cross me, split apart Thrill me, two-faced cat Lonesome on her atoll Fertile soil in these islands of love Uninhabited in my heart The mouse fleeing away from traps, Found out the cat’s seat empty Took possession of his realm to become the cat Brand new without five thoroughbreds Five saints without breast Nonetheless, a heart, the sisters Have their heart set on praying and screaming Out their love in the depths of heaven Sent into the lair of the big cat The price was waiting for the promise one To crown his miss Naked body Awakened eye Horned, spiky hair In the heart of the unknown Living on passion and poison of love.
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