Seven months...

Seven months, 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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