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Tell me what in the world is love,
Which gives rise to the night light,
That all the days are filled with meaning again,
And it will live with you for a century.
Tell me that is not a dream,
Tell me that I will love,
Say that I am loved,
That will only shed tears of happiness.
But there is no such love, which forward
And never will be on the ground,
And if all of a sudden, like a bird, I vzlechu,
That is in an incredible dream.
And I'll tell you now, that was not returned,
And all my love - there is only self-deception,
She's gone now, and gloomy became my way,
And my life is not a fairy-tale romance.
© Olga Partala,
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