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Dec 2018
It would simply be treason –
I can truly confess –
To admire you less
Than the grace of the seasons,

Than this world and its beauty,
All the women who lived…
Not to worship this diva
Is impossibly futile.

It would simply be treason
Not to give you my life,
Not to cherish my wife.
She exists – that’s the reason…
Vladimir
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