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I'd touch it myself, whose drags are calling,.
And by the light of the dream,.
I can't make love on the harbor.
And I'm boiling into the light of my dreams.
Where I drink, there's saliva.
I'd touch it myself, whose drags are calling,.
And by the light of the dream,.
I can't make love on the harbor.
And I'm boiling into the light of my dreams.
Where I drink, there's saliva.