You had a magical skin color
In the morning,
in the golden afternoon,
this lunar stone
The goal is not to convey in words
And he did not reflect in your pictures
Even on the best of my own, in the hug
And I could not mix him on the palette
Wrote in the glass,
in the body,
in the light,
in the light
This is a song
of a pale fire
Which
wants to win
And I could not mix him on the palette
I did not sleep for several days
Since the very moment you left
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