You and I will have a house
Where every plant is planted by us
I believe, I know that in it
We will become friends.
You and I will have a house
Let me comb your hair with my hands
While you write the first volume
About our aged youth.
It doesn't matter who we were in the past
What matters is what's with us here
I can stand here for as long
As needed, believe me..
Just look behind this door.
Manizha
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