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They flew to the cloud line at high speed ...
I knew what should happen in the fall:
My eyes and hair will fade
And yours will become black with a gray.
How painfully the throat is compressed in autumn.
What a pity, but I forgot how to cry.
And not knowing how to express it all in words,
He fell ... fell with his whole body in the autumn slush.

I am dying on a swing!
I hate this sport!
How did you love, where did you look?!
That our sky was eager for.

Computer calculations were incorrect,
The last summer burned in the bonfires of red-yellow.
My windows in the room was knocked out - I coughing me -
Yes, I became superstitious too, probably ...
And people still believed on holidays,
Behind the bread crumb, not seeing more.
The tombstones are so few controversial,
Not a pity the real - a pity the illusory.

I am dying on a swing!
I hate this sport!
How did you love, where did you look?!
That our sky was eager for.

I am dying on a swing!
I hate this sport!
How did you love, where did you look?!
That our sky was eager for.
Someone wiped our sky!
Someone wiped our sky!
Someone wiped our sky!