кэвин дейл - my immortal.
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You know, sometimes I thought the heart is ..ono, like a cinema.
When you love someone .. well, somewhere on the 8th row of the parquet, on the left,
Emptiness is formed.
You begin to fill it out by it. We fell. To forget.
But then you understand: there has never been to anyone else
You bought tickets for all sessions.

Because every morning it started with you.
With the consonant pair, love began.

Someone did not call me, and I just laughed in the phone.
There should be a rhyme for something about blood or eyebrow.

Maybe I volzeet, stop collecting letters in the song.
Tie strands to the tail. Include, finally, with verses.
Stop talking publicly all personal honestly.
Dissubble. Address. And score. Tailing with heels.

Your autumn will begin on the 22nd repeat.
Maybe you remember this. They remind someone like.
You will broadcast again, smiling to all monitors.
Will you go hands again. Frames.

Someone eternally forgotten and drunk tooth is cut.
Someone knows you by heart as "at Lukomorya."
Someone at 6.25 only your words awakened.
Someone gives you someone, calling love.
Someone sails all the dreams about you, and then their pockets.
Someone sails dreams or money-to the ticket to you.
Someone trample foam for the bath in the fountain.
But not for the sake of fun, but to trample. And to the bottom.

I do not know whether the remark or Shakespeare read,
I do not know your favorite toys of your names.
Why did you slow down your step when I just walked past.
I do not matter what you and who are you talking about, how are you there?
I always didn't want you to wake up in Berlin.
Almost a house, I agree, I just do not like this city.
Wake up where your home is looking for where your god. And from now
Watch the scarf of the rating: the interference of the eternity face is a terrible cold.

to give these lines, and then split them about stones,)
What they say forever only: "write, tell me, keep up."
Amnesian silent, rubbing memory eraser.
No one will understand this phrase, but do not come.
And not at all the eternal radiance of pure mind.
However, what should I erase: you? Apathy?
Instead: "Yes, Uber" - "Mom, everything is broken. Masano."
I repeat, I do not like you, only you everywhere, by the way.

Just believe that you live somewhere like you wanted.
Collect bouquets, accidents, sincere. Conducted.
That before the GRAND, there are no channels of coarse blizzards.
What rains only in the summer, only in the summer. And only in the summer.

Meanwhile, autumn was so smoothly for the summer,
Having laid the ears with the arms of the scorched false.
In the wrong roofing head so terribly sick,
Going along the full, touching you, stitching soot.

Only you are not silent, please. Would you like?
If not, then, probably, someone died me.
Just you, this, tell me what you breathe.
Everything is so trite, well, yes. I do not gumbert.

My, you know, the word "happy" in what?
In the fact that you meet somewhere dawn.
That you just always together.
But not me.

I would like to sing all the same song from Bemoley.
On parallelism of direct, about your empty house. How do you sang to me. As you sang everyone. I thought about the bottomless.
Where are you all that is and I mean someone, you know, I did not understand everything.

You talked about voices that are taiting in the Secret.
I wonder what they whispered to you at night.
They will go away, I promise. And you sleep in a deaf dawn.
But not one, please, please, someone would be needed to your shoulders.

Yes, sometimes I do not remember what day the day of the week.
Number or even a month.
Of course, I remember the year. And the floor on which I live.
Although the entrance sometimes forget.
But for some reason I always remember by heart the words of your songs.
You know, to be honest, I never thought about children.
But, even if everything is contradictory and personally,
But I would call my son with your brother's name.

I promise.

And only two words somewhere on the left under the shoes.
For all about you: "MY IMMORTAL".