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letra de mauritia mayer - sex gang children

sancho sailor the poor little tailor, the clean lacemaker mauritia mayer! sleep like a child call of the wild, we will make you, make you more of man. speak out of spite with your turkish delight another sleepless night, mauritia mayer!
cling to your white vision there’s still goodness to gain, mauritia mayer!
in the saviour of lost souls people are clinging with their hopeless stupidity…and i fell to the ground but my heartbeat was sound and the faces of children were spinning round and around. s-x in history we bеlieve in your vague humanism and your chastity

i always thought that onе day i would be a man of destiny, but like a phoney virgin i thought like a superman who lives without sanctity, mauritia mayer!

i never thought i’d hold the hand of a man who was lost in thought, but i always seem to breathe upon the heads of the john birch reds…so when you lose control and lock the door, they always forget to look under the bed, mauritia mayer!
when we all lie down in a swown it’s a pleasing vision with a frown. raise your thighs in fear of god, mauritia mayer. i always thought that one day i would be a man of destiny, but like a phoney virgin i thought like a superman who lives without sanctity, mauritia mayer!

sancho sailor loved the poor little tailor, loved the clean lacemaker mauritia mayer, and i often thought that the words that you taught were words of wisdom, honesty and faith. so now go and be silent my clean little virgin i hope we made you, made you more of a man
i never thought i’d hold the hand of a man who was lost in thought, but i always seem to breathe upon the heads of the john birch reds…mauritia mayer!

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