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From a tall, dark black angel,
An arrow of single eyelashes, a smooth forehead,
From beauty that kills and torments,
I can't get enough of his love, flirting,
Your lips are flowers, honey and sugar,
Your chest is open, your bars are a candle,
White collar, loose hair,
I can't get enough of his love, flirting....
Veydeddin Piraliyev