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Carbon black is black and white is true,
In my hands the water is not flowing.
The fire did not burn in my hands,
But the snow fell and the wind died down.

And the snow is probably too white,
And you froze and did not sing.
And the snow will melt tomorrow, tomorrow morning,
And my dog ​​ate the feast.

On the corner of a checkered handkerchief,
Knitting for two memory node.
In my hands no water nor fire,
You and without them not to forget me.

Our cup in the corner of the table,
She is true: empty and white.
And we both know that will feasts
Will the love and gifts will.

We do not trust yourself body
And I took care of us warmly,
Hair comb a hundred ways,
I tie another knot.

To the moonlight and the spring,
You have not forgotten the way to me.
Comb in the hand at the gate March,
Remember the holiday was New Year.

As you meet, so spend it,
The heart will enter as a butter knife.
Heat and sand wind and rain,
At the heart will enter and you come in the door.

What she saw did not give,
Carbon black is black and white truth.
Your blue eyes in March smoke
That is what is behind my word.