Mother’s love.
Day by day slowly by now,
The heart is mad
It was not enough
Buttons in each tube
were not leaky...
Without a doubt,
kisses from me
He flew seven miles
away
But there's a flower
in me
Washed with tears
before the ritual...
The valley of the
valley
It was always kissed
Grab the giraffe and
get up
Even the top of the
girth is awakened
Never in a dream ...

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