He gives speeches, but they put him back in bed where he wrote his satire He gives speeches, always reaches out a lot, led him to discover Silken hair, more silken hair fell on his face, and no wind was blowing Stepped across the golden fields and saw that she was soon trailing after She was nice and didn't fight, he fell into her friendly persuasion Late that night while by a streetlight, little hands shadowed on the ceilingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
