Bewitched be I, carillon broken, for I sing always same melody, and that is, my love for thee.β
On a summer day I saw a pretty dame
bathing in the warm waves of the beach's tub.
She tanned her skin to adorn her slim frame,
massaging its softness with each gentle rub.
From that distance, she exud...
Bewitched be I, carillon broken, for I sing always same melody, and that is, my love for thee.β
On a summer day I saw a pretty dame
bathing in the warm waves of the beach's tub.
She tanned her skin to adorn her slim frame,
massaging its softness with each gentle rub.
From that distance, she exud...