Eight nice months we are together.
I attached to you more and more.
God lighten for us mirk weather .
How much I love you - you know.
That time is unforgettable pleasure
Moon and stars slept in the autumn sky.
October. Sixteenth- I keep in my soul.
Night. At same time we opened Skype
Then I remembered every your mole.
How many wonderful days are behind.
Say me: my baby, my love, my girl.
Eight months - акростих
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