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My Key

*** My key, My lovely key, there is such an anecdote: - Who is smarter, women or men? Of course, women! A woman will never get married just because her chosen one has beautiful legs... ... and so the poet, being still a man, loses his head from the way your knee stretches , from the raised chin from all the height of this He loses his head, poor fellow, dies and is resurrected by your "yes" and "no". They changed the little man, made him anew... honey, with such eyes, with such composure and severity – It seems that you are destined to become the wife of a millionaire and a genius. There are bouquets and nails in your name. You are all here to worry and suffer. To worry and torment the millionaire poet - it means to call for seraphic, carnal, disembodied love and just serve a cup of coffee, a cup with love. A million stanzas , a million songs swarm in the chest of a titan , nest in the chest of this millionaire How can the Duke get through to you, Oh, Rose? (edited)

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