Somewhere on the hill There is a beautiful flower, It grows quickly, More beautiful with each passing hour. In the cup the flower - gold studded Baby-chair, it Fairy Queen sits. Heard her sigh In the breeze, Her heart is - How to clean the winter snow. And her tears Crystal rain pours, And it's - That it lives in us ... Dark eyes, Let me behold! Just look - Its not ... Look - We are one, sped Sunset dream ... Yves has a bow Faerie Queene, All the wild flowers Heart - only her. Who is not excited Who do not honor, Who has not conquered, Who wants to get away with it? Dark eyes, Let me behold! Just look - Its not ... Look - We are one, sped Sunset dream ...
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