In summer

– “Asya, trust!” and something trembles
In Grishin makes bass.
Asya sly and then runs…
Grisha – dreams of Asa.

Whispering leaves over it with a breeze,
Klonyatsya trepetnoy Nichelle…
Grisha eyes secretly wipes,
Asya – He laughs Grisha!

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