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Around the night

27 февраля´08 1:40 Просмотров: 391 Комментариев: 2
Don’t care who he was, from where.
Don’t care whether love was it or why.
I guess I won him at some fair.
I guess I had for him to touch the sky.
I was too fast to rich obsessive hope.
I made it over with the way to plight.
And to the deadline it was happy lope.
O, with my love I looked a sight!
But no regrets. Just dying flowers.
Just lily- petals aren’t white.
I cut the stem of it as cut that hours.
And now every day I turn around the night.
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Savva    13.03.2008, 11:00
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Savva
Упс.. Не поздравил с праздником вовремя. Каюсь :4:
Savva    07.03.2008, 10:14
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Savva
You did not turn the night,
You even weren’t there.
Obsessive pulse don’t hit the ground,
Compulsive fear of being in a nowhere
Rejects a dream to turn around.
:62:
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