I'll put a
red red sign
after my marriage
on my fore-head.
I'll cook for you!
You will say,
the words of love
without any pretension.
And there will be no
falsehood or lies
on the way of our life.
My friend told these
words to her lover.
Her lover said- - - -
Dear, I'll rather
have my meal
from any restaurant.
Please, don't try
to love me,
or cook for me,
because, I'll hate
to be in
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