I need a lot, my dear,
hundreds of kisses on my cold fingers,
hundreds of messages of love.
Or I don't need a lot,
just to know that you are
and think of me with love.
It warms me when I look through the frozen window
at the little birds shivering from the cold wind.
Is this too much or little?
I need a lot
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