My eyes are wrapped in velvet light. The mugs filled with alcoholic drinks You can burn your eyes - you can burn it My old girlfriend? Many times I've said-in many poems ... She is the wife of Rupshrajnya Inside of my chest; Periodic rate In the dream with which I still live. It's been a long time, Yet, whose appearance is still bright, even today In my mouth is the face of the innocent teenager ... This Jules in the world of Jules The more beautiful I saw, I heard the melody; I am Every time I wanted to turn back, I have been in my eye after all and came out The face of the old man; I could not have forgotten well I could not give any other place Inside of my own I still feel like doing it today. Sonal flower? -What is it? Insert your burning inside I'll swallow; The color of your face in the dark My eyes were burning on that day Like a cooking oven! Then you burn them to wear One of the hair in my chest On the wedding night, in her flower b...
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