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I do not want to
To turn around,
But mosquito bites-
These nests,
So disturb at night,
They do not give a kiss to their eyes.
You do not sleep all night,
The sound of a mosquito, breaking the silence,
As a sniper shooter,
To attach wants the proboscis.
What to do?
And you're lying around,
Saving the body,
Waving bravely.
Again a blow!
Again a slap,
I could not get here.
And in anticipation of the attack,
All night I'm in a fight.
And the sheet pulls nervously,
I hit myself.
Not an equal fight,
What's under the moon,
Will end with the sunrise ...
And the dream will come like a light in the window ...

A source: CypLIVE

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