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Sun 07/29/18 04:50 PM
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I couldn't sleep so..
Dancing by the river there is my sweet Elaine Beauty like a quiver from the woods of Elfenheim Hair that make you shiver like a golden morning rain Eyes of pure silver brings blizzard in your vains A gaze of sharpened cleaver that cuts you heart and brain Or an arrow to your liver you die and live again Lips that gives you fever first then you go insane And a body like a diva makes you love in squealing pain So tell me little beaver what would you realy gain Cutting stream off the river where dancing my sweet Elaine |
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Beautiful
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Beautiful Thank you very match,so are you |
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Well thank you
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Well thank you you are welcome |
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A little tweeking:
Dancing by the river there is my sweet Elaine Beauty like a quiver from the woods of Elfenheim Hair that make you shiver like a golden morning rain Eyes of blueish silver sends blizzard through your vains A gaze of sharpened cleaver that cuts you heart and brain An arrow to your liver that you die and live again Lips that gives you fever first then you go insane A body like a diva makes you love in squealing pain So tell me little beaver what would you realy gain Cutting stream off the river where dancing my sweet Elaine |
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Very nice
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Very nice I guess it would be cheasy to say "so are you" again but you are really nice and your review is most apreciated.Thank you |
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