"Get merried",- said me star of lonely:
"Until your sun is over hills,
Until your heart is beating for only,
Who is your lovely unique pearce."
Too much without feelings merrieds,
Too much without merrieds loves.
I want to know that every Paris
Can't live without lovely doves.
Get merried after bothly night
When lonely hearts been seized together.
Without sleeps and under stars
You says "Get merried and loose me never".
12.03.08
Get merried
© Copyright: Александр Евгеньевич Радченко, 2009
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