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Fresh love
Whenever I think of it that you kiss me
I feel your hunger for affection.
It's you that I miss so much
I know now with certainty.
I only wish I could tell you
how valuable your love for me.
Blossomed as a rose on warm summer days,
for you, who are the only risky for me.
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Copyright © 1999 by Petra Heierhoff
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