BZNBesame mucho The palm trees are quietly swaying. The taste of a sweet summer wine. That look in your eyes, oh this must be paradise. Your whispers are killing me softly seduce me this starry night, I feel swept off my feet, in my heart burns the heat, the heat from your Spanish eyes.
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