I think, I was in love with you:
Like forest eyes with golden speckles;
Your curly hair, your purple lips.
You'r masterpiece like paint of dales.
I thought, I was in love with you.
But then you lost your wondrous features.
Your curly hair became so long,
And lost your eyes those fanny flickers.
And what is love? I have been cold:
Around snow and lot of issues.
You'r piace of art reminding on
About past and my ambitions.
I was in love...
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