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I’d like to see your smile again,
I’d like to hear your gentle voice.
I don’t want to be in pain,
Make at last your final choice!
My name is flower of passion
I’m growing up in the sunshine,
And I’m amused of fascination
Which was presented me so fine...
In glorious morning in July,
Your graceful fly was so excited,
I can’t forget your song like cry,
I want to satiate you mighty.
Return to me, my bee, my angel,
Inhale enough my tender smell,
I wish to be your little capture,
I find myself under your spell!
My bee
© Copyright: Ярослав Шумахер, 2009
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