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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2011-12-17 | [Text in der Originalsprache: english] | Love to bake a cake I do not want to lose you, I do not want to burning My heart burns slow oven. But excitement, give me away. Away even my angels for you. You sneaking away here Well hidden in my soul You are kind Go with, you pretend not to notice, Waiting to be sure of my intention Cunning as a snake winds up house. Until one day When I will not be able to resist And I will give the notice in the media He is my lover. But I will tell you: gone. Like a wild animal Who escaped from the zoo And be captured and brought back The owner Safe and sound, Return to your cell. Favorite cake What you expect Drink you want quiet sleep. In my arms, really supportive. Consolation through grace iron Never tired. You are my work unpaid, But I love you And it do less crazy.
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