My House.(My poem Origenal)

 

My home,my native glory,
I will not forget everything around,
when I went on a date
with thee in place by the spring.

My house,my world is over that window
and not to forget that sad day,
when the candle went out at the moment
began the glory of happiness.

But my home is my native glory,
I prayed for you,
for all the people who sent
the fate of us joy always....

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