Would give you flowers,
I got to the sky with stars
Would say about love,
It is a pity that only dreams.
He found a broad storm
Warmed heat and tea,
It is a pity that this is only a dream,
I am a simple guy Kaluga.
I wrote you a poem,
He spoke to about the dawn,
Wow ... I'm here and namechtal
You must forgive me this.
Would give you flowers
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