Kiss can never be colder,
Kiss is fire, and it can
Burn you and kill you dear.
No happiness is there,
And life is not
Spare parts of time.
But time is full and
Whole here and there
In life with birds.
And birds - all in sleep,
Terrible with day light.
But test blood pressure,
It is high to the score.
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