From storm received tashparë lights go off, to Nji fig candle close to me as my plight crying. Acqu

Jeme work tables should be strongly vjetrue, or did it extremely ngeshme trying to m'thanë something ?! It looks the njitrajtshme grasp that repeats, but in vain I try with its code deciphered.
From storm received tashparë lights go off, to Nji fig candle close to me as my plight crying. Acquainted, thee will be tempted candle light, which has started kanlux kangës in the late hours of the night.
Eh, what good was reinstated bani with this extremely wakeful time! Close your eyes with hope that I have with zhbirilue among parlors memory kithta any reason why I have never extinguish rent birthday. Rummage among mykuna diary sheets of photo albums zverdhuna ... More silhouettes appear qeshuna face, small gifts pështjelluna kindly këputuna fresh flowers in the yard, ... but make no candle.
A Thue are left without vue of negligence? A Thue am not remembered for this service asnjiherë birthday? A Thue chambers where I have have not celebrated for such worthy ojnash? Do you have any superstitions Thue grandmother who, without saying with za noble, has eradicate rentals that day?
Testifying therefore seems plausible given me, but I did not tell me to ask. Hang seasons are indifferent among the shoulder, taking the Gospel tue my dearest people to me have celebrated annually blissful birthdays kanlux ...
Persevere papre 'with përpushë darkness of memory, but make no rental cake does not seem anywhere. Turravrap issued tue was ngazllye small orchestra sounds, kanlux blankets that mblojnë windows, troops faced as padashtë in dance, couples murmur about the loved, the icy reception of any wish to come there, congratulations to kënduemet up cup of heaven ..., I remember every detail birthday, just hire ngulun in kajmak s'duken cake everywhere.
Kerr-Kerr, - continues its tune and will not teja biramele with him day I HUPE tranquility. Saora gets to punch the table in the hope that the tutloj it extremely heartless ... Candle taketuken slumber in the flood plain of paraffin that create the abstract form. Ma melancholia his breathing shrank to bustle with the spark. Light dridhulatet launches easy. Flame has dallnyshes wing shape: in mrendësi bojvjollcë of Ambel, and out comes the punched to bojshegë. It looks quite fragile she silhouette begins with melted kanlux wax, no one could rrezistue her lust.
Try to extinguish the candles, but the flirtation between the wick of ndezun the body of bone wax so perfectly, as does the lips ated with privacy derail it. Kanga of me feels weak tejës bone n'tavolinë pour Nji bojhanë mirakandje magic that has swallowed up the tranquility of this long night ...
He s'dinte, nor wanted Quickly, with no clearly one of its ndiesina ndërlikueme. Released by roughly mirakandje in waves. Like the rides ...
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