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She is beautiful like a strong wind,

Free and easy with a pure soul,

So similar to the memory of summer,

Wash away all your sorrow with his hand.

With her life is so simple and so clear,

Without lies and pain, disappointments and separation,

In their aspirations is open constantly,

And the memory of her keeps me awake.

Always hugs, kisses when meeting,

Will give the charge limitless good,

And if you need a little passionately indulge,

Gonna stay together right up to the gentle morning.

Soul rushes forward and violently sick,

After all you came from’s dream and my fantasies,

You’ve rekindled your soul, my Lilith.,

You always save yourself from your own desires.