| It seems impossible, Eva mine art thou Eve of destiny?; fear a hoax without notice, Convince me, Eva, to smile. In the flesh!, Myself!, booted Eve rib female clone of yourself, your Eva always, Adam mine. You are a beautiful image, a different wind blowing, dreamed my perfect match, are my Eve, that rib. am ... myself on arrival offered to you by God that, your own happiness, you my happiness; am the first, the bride. ------------------------- |
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