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After the lunch...

7 апреля´07 11:52 Просмотров: 257 Комментариев: 3
On Waterloo bridge, where we said our goodbyes
The weather conditions bring tears to my eyes.
I wipe them away with a black wooly glove
And try not to notice I've fallen in love.

On Waterloo bridge, I am trying to think:
This is notning. You're high on the charm and
the drink.
But the juke-box inside me is playing a song
That says something different. And when was it wrong?

On Waterloo bridge with the wind in my hair
I am trempted to skip. You're a fool. I don`t care.
The head does it's best, but the heart is the boss -
I admit it before I'm halfway across.
Wendy Cope
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Vir2oSo    03.08.2007, 15:33
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Vir2oSo
so honestly... :62:
W-A-R-C-R-A-F-T  (аноним)  12.04.2007, 18:54
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W-A-R-C-R-A-F-T
Що за пісня?
Diadella*    12.04.2007, 18:54
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Diadella*
Це не пісня, це -вірш :)))
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