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Once a day I close my eyes,
And I see angels on the sky; I’ve wondered where, I’ve wondered why … The love should start in me to rise. An angel came to me and said: “Oh! Dear fellow, what you think? Don’t let the love away to sink, And feel its fire in your head. The pure light, which shines your heart, Please scatter it in world! And wait then … after, see the gold … To which, your love took part.” And now, I think at you – my love. I see your eyes; I touch your skin, I brush your hair and kiss you thin … And take you to the stars above. I understood what angel said; That I must fight and should be brave, For you, my love, I’ve learned to save! Cause love is pure and roses … red!
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