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Your eyes of me have confused,
When you looked at me,
They promised love to me,
And I for a long time love you.
I like: eyes, eyelashes, eyebrowes,
Your smile lovely laughter,
I love all up to a drop of blood,
And for me you are the bettest.
To tell I "like" cannot,
With you it is difficult for me in this hour
For a long time I have grown fond of you
Even more strongly I like now
When you sit next to me,
At night it seems to me brighten,
You will look in a cold a kind sight and to me to become more warmly.
And in fact there could be we with each other......................
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