How Many Inches Hymen

The foreign

I hear the song of a woman I do not know, quite familiar;
As home me why.
I see the good face of Italians who laughs my daughter
As a friend he is my reason.
I cry, with a stranger, together against the injustice;
like a brother to me, therefore he is.
I explore the smile of a stranger, and fall in love with her, she is beloved
me why.

why, because I know so little and knows
know why, and I know
wide to the world, more than those who advise the
me, I shall fear the unknown.

Every stranger is ignorance, and
Unwissendheit is a wide road, met the
the learner
When he learns and lives.