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I love you, my wondrous creation,

You came down to me from those heavens

Where angels invite you on a date

And my heart aches from the abundance of miracles.

Eyes will warm me all year round

And the voice will absorb my character

With you on the wave, as if in unison,

My favorite idol, my fairway.

These memories are languishing in me

Breaking my heart endlessly

Sometimes, like champagne sparkles,

In a dream, I rush into the clouds again.

Where love knows no boundaries

Where they believe constantly, always wait,

They don’t play on the feelings of the passionate,

Where you are missed and called.