For the rein of the countries of the ices. For the countess of her place. I fear the cold of your Holy Spirit. And the heat which I have with the hand.
I want to dissolve your iceberg. But I fear deaths with the mortuaries. Oh lord of your splendid universe. Oh lord of your heart malefic.
I you challenge in a cruel duel. Who will be to us a heritage eternal. Our weapons will not be weapons. A potion which will mix our hearts.
And the place will not be like the place. A white cloth like the heart of new born and holiness of the skies.
And our war will not be like the wars. It will be a combat and a butchery of desire. A diabolic phantasm to enjoy and delight. As if we are the last survivors on ground.
My countess extinguish fire that i have in me. And I will break your mountains of underhand. fouad
If I was a Millionaire... i'll live my life with whom i love
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