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Hoping you wait,

What I will come to you,

What you tight hug,

And I will be happy.

But in vain do not cry,

Quiet in the bed sheet,

You will listen to night

Voice of vernal drops.

I won’t sing for you

I will not warm myself.

After all, my love is

I will not forget with you.

I will not forget an hour

Kiss hot.

Sheltered the night to us

Month the watchman was us.

Morning summer dawn

The sun poured us.

The day shone with warmth.

Quickly dried dew.

The sun poured us.

The day shone with warmth.

Intoxicated with beauty

Girl soft hair.