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А very expensive lа, а beautiful lа…
Baudelaire
one you, you one,
Love and happiness to Queen,
you beautiful, young
All life is better page!
No true friend, our brother, nor mother
They do not know each other, brother, son,
One only can you understand
People neyasnuyu kruchinu.
You, you are alone, about, my passion,
My love, my queen!
In the darkness of night your soul
glitters, like distant summer lightning.
Spring 1898
