The open air is better, than closed...
The better in open air is rose,
The better is fruit, that is catching the sun ray,
Better is friend, with whom walking together,
Better is dancing, in open air,
Better is dream, which is lifted to level,
Where the white clouds dwell in the sky..
Better, than closed, is the opened love...
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