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It’s a matter of love that we met.
I knew never a girl good as you.
Long before I was lonely and sad.
You’ve made miracle making me new.
I’m a rescue of thought as before,
where the limits of nothing live scince.
Where of love disappears the core,
there appears a queen and a prince.
Never knew it may happen like this.
Due to reason of birth I’m a fool.
And I’ll never shall solve goddamn quiz –
how nice horse fell in love with a mule.
There's no answer in space and on Earth.
Who can tell me, why happy I act.
I don't need no one else. It's mirth,
that we met as a matter of fact...
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It s a matter of love that we met...
© Copyright: Андрей Чекмарев, 2018
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