I say to my dear woman
on the eights of March
That I would like embrace her,
kissing day and night
Let your purse be full of gold,
do be happy, don't be cold,
often smile and swimm in joy,
shine your beauty to each boy.
World admires your traits:
beauty, goodness - they elate...
On the eighth of March
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