Talk to me, my Love…careful with The Nose
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Hugging The Path, seizing the Hills…
…trumpets on the Lilies Road, down the the border…Big Scandal…infinite Love…lily-fondles, hungry tulips…classic turn…he knows his way,,
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The British specie is still here…I ran away…left him with the man who lost me…
…it’s impolite to say, but I can’t be around him for more than an hour – even with the help of Irish whiskey. He has lived in Hungary for a long time now, but his mood is still all the clouds and rain of The Great-Great Britain.
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