Your voice was like of Emma Chapplin,
Your ballet was your heart mistake,
Your dreams of Theatre was fantastic...
Oh, please, believe and change the date!
The date of birth your perfact sorrow,
The date of memories in prays,
The date of night today, tomorrow,
When enemies become as friends!
Your roses smell like in the morning,
Your hand was always in my hands!
I was forever yours and only,
I was the only one to dance!
Like Emma Chapplin s voice
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