Prohibitions, prohibitions: no camping, no bathing.
Strange, there are no prohibitions from the side of this lake -
No overflowing the shore, no destroying the coast.
I can't recognize any prohibition in your eyes
To take you in the car, hotel, on the mound,
To kiss wherever I want at any time.
Strange, but I don‘t see in your eyes
A permit to perceive you not through the body -
So we meet each other this way - like the lake and coast:
Seems to be constantly, though
Never.
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