Seven months...
It is two hundred twelve suns.
It is two hundred twelve days
Shined by bright love rays.
Thank you, dear, for your love.
Love like winged white dove.
Love like dreamed fairytale.
Love like fresh oceanic gale.
Without you my life is night.
But with you my life is light.
I want to sing and to dance.
Seven months, seven months.
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