I do not know it why am I doing my Ph.D.,
My Ph.D., only Ph.D. are you?
You stand before, offer me a cup of tea
And this is enough for my Ph.D.
And what shall I do with my Ph.D.
Think I
As you the girl for whom am I doing it.
Let me see you in full, you yourself my Ph.D.,
I do not want to do if you are with me,
If I get you.
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