In the valley of roses
Floating on the carpet of dreams
with fairies all around me
with tingling rivers and clear streams
Cupid arrived with an arrow in his hand,
pulled me towards him and threw me on the grassland
where flies buzzed on sweet-smelling flowers
there's no place for seconds, minutes and hours
He kissed and shot me an arrow from his bow
I fell in love as he proposed me bending low,
He touched me and made love till i lost my senses
I was killed almost by those mischievous glances...
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