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The girl with beautiful eyes.

Looks from the depths of worlds.

Searches in the of a call sign at night,

Ray of his at the name Romantic.

There in the conglomerates, the placers of galaxies,

Where is this Earth there?

A call sign named Romantic,

Radio wave bears call…

He lives there with blue eyes,

What looks to the height with hope?

In search of a constellation, in the evenings,

Sends you Earthly silence.

The smell of honey herbs spring,

Light wind – kiss,

The leaves of the Earth’s forests in autumn,

And a wreath of rainy summer jets.