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As the heavens, your eyes shine
enamel blue,
How to kiss, sounds and melts
Your voice young;

Over the sound of a fairy speech,
For your single view
I am happy to pay handsome Sich,
Georgian My damask;

And he sometimes sweet shine,
And sweet sounds,
At the sound of that soul trembles
And the blood boils in the heart.

But life warlike and rebellious
Not teshus I have since,
As I heard your tender voice
And I met a cute look.

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