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(from a woman’s face)

I miss you so much, dear boy.,

Without eyes your and voices, strong hands,

My love is so sincere, without falsehood,

Hear the sea, the hearts of endless rattling.

All my thoughts run to you,

Inside everything is torn, the heart is aching,

You are destined only for me,

My soul apart constantly moaning.

And you will come to me my dear and native,

And let us be happy with you in this world,

I admire you, love you, breathe you,

And day and night recall about his idol.