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If time of love has not yet come,
There is no need to listen lessons.
I heard of them to be a son.
But I was looking for an essence,
That known was as mortal love.
You’ll cry your tears in open ocean.
Some birds are flying far above.
They have enough of flying potion.
The people have some other aim.
Them cannot fly like bird or cloud.
Because of that I feel a pain.
I only can to tell about,
That time of love has not yet come.
My Engleash lessons are for lady.
And though the times of past are gone,
I’ll come to you. I’ll kiss you may be...
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Time
© Copyright: Андрей Чекмарев, 2020
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