With hope, thought, you in the New Year.
Not by sight, come to me and admitted to myself.
Snowflakes will fall into the hands of the desire.
I do not have another, you are the source of the fire.
So beautiful, a miracle. in the evening chic dress.
Garlands will shine as lights happiness.
Become a gift to me from the country of my dream.
You will conjecture that night on New Year's Eve
You will conjecture that night on New Year s Eve
© Copyright: Любомир Соло-Лембергский, 2015
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