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Thoughts flash in my head as fragments of the past

Bit down on the glass drops of cold rain

you left, setting back in the sky clouds gray

Gloom in the middle of the streets all around only shadows

Stop turn around violating your principles

Let me breathe a breath next to you

only air needs your sip

I will not change again

But still you will drag out

I will plunge in hope that it cares so much

day without leaving his head

The smoke is again in the way in the void.

Remembering a sweet smile, I am so checked

But we are not powerful no longer will be us

the shell was paper frame

he burned like origami what was made by youths

not for conscience, but with the desire we ordered by us

The bridges of the layout on canvas are brought down

written by the blind artist Dvol

that destroys the souls of procleted people, but we are not the same

We are more cleaner, let it choke quieter quieter

For a long time, bridges of the layout on canvas have long been brought down

written by the blind artist Dvol

that destroys the souls of procleted people, but we are not the same

We are more cleaner, let it choke quieter quieter

Sleep Tikhin Sleep that sweetness is fraught with desire not to wake up, because there is one beloved and only in a dream I have no glory that there is a fairy tale by you yourself in her, you and the king and the main character create my fate, my will I would be my will I did not eat because of the princess that it shares the throne with me

but we must get up and set a goal to achieve

where the step forward will be two thousand

Over time, let you get difficult, but you know why you suffer, I will call the bell and the light will pour on the site and the sweet face of the princess will melt in a sweet smile, but instead of the kiss, she will close the door, I will turn around and leave a shadow

Maketa bridges are collapsed on canvas

written by the blind artist Dvol

that destroys the souls of procleted people, but we are not the same

We are more cleaner, let it choke quieter quieter

Maketa bridges have long been brought down on canvas

written by the blind artist Dvol

that destroys the souls of procleted people, but we are not the same

We are more cleaner, let it choke quieter quieter