Can I soft to be
And meek seem
Elect to give
And tenderness, and comfort,
But to my curls
You shouldn't touch
While they are to you
On the shoulders will not fall.
Their copper-red color -
A tangle of snake-passion
Ruthlessly they
Strangle insolent,
And can be so
Must be our happiness,
To go in love
Until the very end.
Arseniy Sparrows.
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