Поэма на английском. Your eyes are so cold
I see a glass what lighting poor.
You think you bad it not at all.
It just a light that we are see.
We always blind when that ant’s we.
So stupid thing decide who wrong,
When question did not answered.
And it so good be happy when you young.
And it is no problem to the sight.
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