Paolina, Paolina, Paolina, Paolina Paolina witty Paolina rose flower. At home in the evening, after work two eggs on the plate the television making noise Paolina, Paolina, Paolina, Paolina Paolina bitter as salt, up the old stairs up the old stairs. Tuesday evening, driving lesson with the blond instructor who always plays with everyone, then to the cinema alone, in the last row, fear and love for the dark, the usual indecisions, the usual indecisions. Glory, glory to your legs, your back and your cheeks desire, desire, you want it too Paolina we are together you are thirty years old now. Pauline...

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