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When I finish
all my tasks,
fatigued I
want to keep
my fevered head
in your lap.
There will be
nobody around,
only the air
and its rustling
mild sound,
I want to hear.
Under the Mistletoe
tree I wanna sleep,
on your chest,
my dear Nature
I'll take breath deep!
Bu şiiri puanla
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