You are my letter, sweet, not crumple.
Until the end of his, friend, read.
Tired of me to be a stranger,
Being a stranger in your way.
Do not look so, do not frown angrily,
I loved, I'm your.
NOT cowgirl, no princess
And it is not a nun I -
This gray, workaday dress,
On the worn heels ...
But, like before, embrace is burning,
The same fear in the eyes of the vast.
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