God gave me the piece of happiness,
But soon he will take it away.
Result is a colourless emptiness,
A loss of heartfelt, soulful way.
You gifted world of fidelity,
No matter how tired I was.
I need no success and prosperity,
Without you I can`t reach them both.
My dearests, honeys, princesses,
Devote you the chant of my heart,
In honor of our consequences,
I`ll see you at my every start.
To my beloveds...
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