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Mar 2021 · 90
To my beloved woman
Ilya Zaytsev Mar 2021
On the trees                                        
the sun's rays tremble        
they listen to the song     of our love wake up the spring leaves let there be no sorrow
in the spring in the gentle eyes              of your kiss lips touching         
do not spare our hugs                
the flower opens the buds flexible lines             the sunlight caressing            
more desirable than beauty of the beloved there is no flower in the whole universe         
the star shines at night in the sky let the star not die love it will become it and keep our happiness for centuries meet we fall in love will light up again Tatyana our love a ray in the dew of love will smile under its star our baby will be born!

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