For seeing your eyes, the sun is shining
For looking your hairs, the moon is brighting
Your nose is likely a little summit,
Which touches my soul like the heart-beat.
...
My heart is broken,
It's all because of you.
My heart really needs you,
But you are not here.
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Welcoming world, with the birth thyself thee get;
With a genial-sweet happiness thee made.
A pestilence revelation objective thou you hates;
That is the Rhythm of the Life thyself you gets.
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The beauty of the sunset,
at the ending of the day.
With a glass and wine.
I think, I Drink, I Drink...
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