Ah, fate you are my naughty

           with a smile on the photo
 
 Well, why are you so beautiful,
 Send greetings to me in the morning.
 Young and unique.
 I don't think it's good for me.
 Your lips and eyes are playful…
 I lost my rest and sleep.
 Ah, fate you are my naughty…
 I must be hopelessly in love…
 
 Two thousand nineteen


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