Oh how fortuitous
The fabric that the dress which make
So close to the skin it takes breaths,
Resonating with the cadenced heartbeats.
Oh, so blest
The colors from the dress that radiate
Emulating the glow from the heiress,
Only to beacon back to the stipendiary herself.
The fabric that the dress which make
So close to the skin it takes breaths,
Resonating with the cadenced heartbeats.
Oh, so blest
The colors from the dress that radiate
Emulating the glow from the heiress,
Only to beacon back to the stipendiary herself.
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