Seven sneezes in a row A cold touch burns my soul.
There was an ordinary summer night
Decorated not only by moonlight
A lady stepped on one of my sour feet
Sometimes trample just happens in street
After a silence, rose red flushed on her face
She walked away in elf's grace
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