Foreigner girls are like foreign flowers
Strangely beautiful,
So colourful and dreamy,
Fanciful and tender
The winter flowers,
Beauties gone wild,
Gipsies and hippies
On the sea beach.
On marking them, feel I,
Why did I marry,
Why did I
Instead of them?
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