See me, I am burning
In the oven of love-life,
I cannot allow anybody
to say it, oven of lust.
Yes, time is running fast
But here it is time,
available in plenty for love
Let us enjoy love-life here.
Are you not watching
the smile of flowers
always here, there and
everywhere you stay?
The sky is watching you,
remember, dear guy.
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