Now as I am to be bereft of my troth I cry aloud my last words of lost hope A violent gust of wind is my frame of mind Huxes like moisture through pores
Now as I am to be bereaft of my troth I cry aloud my last words of lost hope. A violent gust of wind is my frame of mind; Huxes like moisture through
: Now as I am to be bereaft of my troth I cry aloud my last words of lost hope. A violent gust of wind is my frame of mind; Huxes like moisture through
regreso A tu cuerpo descubierto. Siento, Tus labios por mi cuerpo Y no se porque en silencio Grito y grito que me excitas. Siento, Solo siento