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O female

You are a female and still a civilization

how not to weaken like me to his lover

I will lift my height and rise in the layers of your name;

with it ascended a ladder, you have them

I am neither the only lover nor the greatest

But saw me in a child's hour

Sometimes a brother misleads me like a summer

And there a friend sometime, and sometime, sometime .....

No, no, that is the Great East

and how to reach that spring

Time perfumed with roses and jasmine

I am Madam

I am afraid that I will scratch or scratch

 the light in her bright eyes

Or change the mood of the dissolved sense between

 the hidden and changed the capacity of honey

Authentic

My weakness cannot afford to be a prisoner of my

 selfishness and the bereavement of a mortgagor

Madam, do you pick me up?