Don't worry my love, don't worry..
With flowing hair, with a beating heart, with hopeful thoughts, with a soul full of love,
I run to you like an orphan thirsty for love,I fly to you like a longing butterfly.
When I finally touch your hands every whisper will become a loud scream And we will only be for ourselves.
Don't worry my love, don't worry....My soul travels to you every day.....
By Zachar
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