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“Discover the secrets of victories over us,

How many men you put on horns?”

He speaks to her fell mush,

Kissing in the ear, where there was gold.

She is baring white row of teeth fixed,

Screw up her eyes, guess yourself she whispers.

And how much beating for you brainsick,

And how much you ironed on the hears?

You hurry up to know all mysteries snag,

But victories are what women hold,

Dreams are commonplace enwrap,

With all lives she will behold.

You came to offer me love and snuggle up,

Are you interesting in old wives’ tales at all?

My friend, with me don’t be babble,

I want to hear only love extol.

I have heard too many times declarations of love choice

Then it was a lie provided a fib.

But after a couple of years there were some noise,

At the end: it was again the shriek.