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(from a woman’s face)

I feel how much you miss me.,

And in your dreams you always stretch,

And dark nights spent on me suffer,

Salt water is flowing from your eyes.

The longing, the eternal bitterness apart,

You feel feverish and your heart aches constantly,

A great distance-just the pain and anguish,

Forever waiting for my call you repentance.

And I miss you day after day, too.,

And everything inside boils and burns heart,

Only meeting will revive us, will help,

Warm and intimate evening.

Distances and time really do not cure,

To you I fly again, like an angel in the sky,

Our long-awaited meeting will fix everything,

I’ll see you soon, step into my arms boldly.