I love you, you love me.
Of these words I know the melody.
Day by day for many times,
A sense of love visits us.
The sense of love comes so fast,
In different times to different us.
What is false, what is true?
I don’t know, I’m asking you.
And we repeat love every day,
Wishing it to be better played.
The task is so hard you see, my friend,
To find a way in this dead end.
I love you, you love me.
It’s so nice and old melody.
How to get its proper score?
It does not matter, just love more.
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Alexander Peshkov
June, 2008