We born, we feed, we try to live,
Absorbing all the knowledge we need.
And when we grow becoming older
Forget thank those who put you shoulder.
We fall in love, we kiss, becoming married,
Melon’s size of love becomes to cherry.
Again forget thank who hold your hand
We look around and find another love land.
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© Copyright: Замир Абдуллин, 2019
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