Devices!
The friutful vine is like the sweet muse of your love,
But beat your breasts in lamentation! !
Because the war in Libya is still going on,
And i am still searching for my lover.
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Moreover,
Department,Pegged;Lean, mean, wean, dean, bean, yean!Spiced up by an exciting performance from your love,But come and let us get drenched fully in this muse.
Refreshed,
Quickly;And like my first day at school,But the smoke of the land went up like the smoke of furnace.I now see the woman in your dream!And like the acts of your freindships around;But, what does that say about your character?
Where are you my soul partner?
And i still remember the last time our naked bodies met.It is all about your muse and my name,it is all about your love and my care,And to work on the vineyards and the fields of love!But the shackles will be rembered always.At last, you are only eight day old away;And of your love between…
Do not look at his appearance or at his height,
For i do hear the bleating of Eliab’s sheep.
Open your mouth and begin to eat,
Open your mind and start to learn,Move your hands and start to work,Because you need ice-cold water on this love like taxi-drivers and food sellers!For the begining was from the blink of your eyes,But beauty is your name so sweet oh Rachab my lover;So open your eyes on this love and let us live together.
Eating ice-cream,
But these paparrazzi around will never stop spying on you,And like the schnapps sold along Oxford Street.Where there is a will there is a hope,So mark my words and study my muse;Because your ice-cream is like the muse of my land!Where there is a will there is a way,But my heart will grow on because…