Poppy
" I poppy. Red poppy to the runway. Rain cleanses the wind whip through the leaves. Only rye shaking me saying Wind kissing keep rare! " I flammable. My love Fiery. It was only one in the world has. So, stop, neprabėki charming you, the moment that I create. Petals roll my tears. <Br /> This is not the dew - this is my pain. This year let alone summers I love responds in silence. chasing, chasing me nubučiuoji, Gloucester affectionately, sometimes close. only the melody of love niūniuoji cornflower. She me sad. You niūniuok, and I will burn, blaze, his love pour out the fire. Next summer again repeat That only would you be with me. "
