So glad,
my mind morning,
keep them flying,
bothers me a sweet thought
red rose ,
it brings joy ,
or you knead
Do you feel the same as me,
Do you miss me,
oh, sweet memories
refuge
why I could not escape,
sad reminder
what I struggle over
rose of love
From my youth upwards
I love you much,
tell you if you feel
the same love as me . [W.B.]Vilhelem Margareta
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