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Jane.
Why don't you want to write essay?
Learning Frank Sinatra's 'My way','My way'
Shakespeare's language's not you top
Forget this finish,go to start
The grass is green,the sky is blue
You know exactly what to do
Her smile is far,just like Her arm
So,listen me,switch off you heart
Don't press "repeat",you don't need it
Her sweet green eyes're not surprise..
..i know I'm fool,it isn't cool
I simply say,this bed essay
Your soul's her love,love which's above
Above all things,between you dreams
Love always gives your soul the wings
If you are blind,you will survive
If comes your Jane,and gives you air
And it will be,just open eyes
Your Jane,your love's,you great surprise...
Джейн
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