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I take care of you

In my heart is sadness.

And, as a tribute, I guard,

The image of a cute.

Like your farewell,

May morning spring.

Do not float away with the breeze

With fluffy snow.

Let the year’s pass

Quietly sinks in space

But, your word: – Yes!

In white garden decoration.

In the vociferous forest,

In the bird choir spring.

In poplar fluffs,

In the spring breezes.

But your word: – Yes!

I did not hear like a song.

Only: – Never!

The word was the last.

I take care of you

In my heart is sadness.

And, as a tribute to the guard

The image is cute, farewell…