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Evenings are high on love after sipping Your

     Evenings are high on love after sipping
Your vodka poetries,
Oh dear what magic you sprinkle
To those evenings I ask silently
To the sun, who blinks his eyes
In the mascara of twilight
Which rains on my eyelashes
Like morning dews, whispering
     Evenings are high on love after sipping
Your vodka poetries,
Oh dear what magic you sprinkle
To those evenings I ask silently
To the sun, who blinks his eyes
In the mascara of twilight
Which rains on my eyelashes
Like morning dews, whispering