Gracefully flying twisting hair,
Beautifully up-down moving eyebrows,
Silently blinking, hurting eyes,
Broadly expanding smiling lips,
Bravely showing, killing teeth.
Simply, I don't die, reason is all this,
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They throw their hair in air,
They move their eyebrow,
They blink their eyes
They smile, they laugh,
Not in ordinary way,
Then “what I did” they say.
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You're not my foe,
I am not celibate,
Nothing wrong in your beauty,
Nor wrong your smiling-laughing,
Only my jeremiad is
My heart's pumping-beating.
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