"Arnold my love, my sultry preteen Why must I hold Ты only whilst I dream? Will I be forever enslaved by your spell? Why must I worship Ты and never ever tell? Arnold Ты make my girlhood tremble, My senses all go wacky. Someday I'll tell the world my love, или my name's not Helga G. Pataki." -Helga's Poem
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