DegasI try to follow your movements
but I do not obtain
light and shades that if alternate in your dress
for the soft flanks of you magical body
The false brightness shortout
of this feminine labyrinth
blind and its rubs my eyes in chimeras
torpifyed
Fernanda loans to me your eyes rolling
so that I can catch all the mysteries of this dance
of this adult body pure countenance of child
glad it has led
soon breeze
romantic gale
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