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Your lips so soft and red,
the thought of kissing you is stuck
Your lips so soft and red, the thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. Your beauty so bright and warm, shinning through the darkest storm. Your...
Your lips so soft and red, the thought of kissing you is stuck in my head. Your beauty so bright and warm, shinning through the darkest storm. Your...
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