Her eyes
your eyes - a separate chapter writing.
Just looking at them again - and I am a prisoner of charm.
Cilia - brushes, like butterfly wings
Clap-clap in the silence - Protecting the mirror of the soul.
Close your eyes - do you like a kid in snovedene,
relieved of age - you're an adult man.
Each host its diamonds
his view the world and age.
Depths of view, the wisdom of grief.
Oh, how the pair is a pity,
When you raise your eyebrows,
and forehead wrinkle covers.
But more often I see you lol and calls!
wonderful your voice is flowing fine trill.
from your eyes, your eyes do not withdraw.
I love them, forgive me!
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