Winter wind softly whispers in ear: "You guess what I tell you? Whose name? I want only repeat-and this year He loves you, his love is the same. He wants tell you so much Unfortunately he's far away. He wants kiss you and touch. Don't give up! Don't you cry! Call that day!! Day when sun will be like a gold! Day that covered with smell of rose. Day when sorrows will be somewhere sold. Day when he will be so close. Wait for him and believe in my speech! Run away from black evil tongues! Your world is full of love and so rich! Brighter than tens of bright suns!" | 
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