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With the first sunshine, that beams through the door,
The largest of smiles’s become visible.
And string of the light on my silvery floor
So deep makes me think you are mythical.
That wave of your breath smells like sugar and mead,
Your pace makes me see you’re angel.
I open my window and feel the wind,
That blows on me strong and stable.
That looks like your love — so eternal and clean,
It gives me last chanse to be saved.
I look though your soul and I know, what that mean:
For you I am pure and craved.