Feb 14, 2017, 8:53 AM

Честит празник, мила! 

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Мракът чезне, разсейват се тъмите -
празникът ме озари.
Ти най-хубава си от мечтите -
те не се купуват с пари.
Нека Бог с щастие те дари,
пък макар и с друг да е дори...

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