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Every year we grow up,

Forgetting the world’s former beauty,

And sometimes about his past regret,

We leave our dreams and dreams.

We so dreamed anxiously about the future,

That charming happiness will come to us,

Sincere, gentle and the best,

And bless the communion as an angel.

Dreams of tender love and sweet,

What’s waiting for me for a long time already beyond the threshold,

And will me favorite and happiest,

And time will be a good flow.

Dreams that our dreams will see the light,

And the magic will return to us from dreams,

Wake up the gently stunning dawn,

Your alluring love will warm your soul.

I feel you, my beloved and native,

How you worry forever day after day,

Burning love for me knows no bounds,

And their passion burn like fire.

You come to me and be with me,

After all you my happiness, tenderness and joy,

And the other beauty is not necessary to me,

You’re my precious, my best reward.

And let hopes and dreams come true,

And you’ll Wake up next to me every day.,

And there are dreams not from the void,

And will warm love blooming lilac.

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