The illusion of beauty - the rule of comparisons.
The illusion of beauty - the rule of comparisons.
The last time I saw Paris.Her heart was warm and gay.
They left me. My parents actually left me! IN FRANCE!
If you're not creating, you're disintegrating.
She would never know she was still alive because of me.
I congratulate you on your success stealing the painting.
Skinny-dipping is like Paris. It's always a good idea.
For gypsies do not like to stay -They only come to go away.
I like The Eiffel Tower because it looks like steel and lace.
He wanted to tell the baby that Paris was like a poem in stone.