Tomorrow, flying through the dark,
I"ve seen the man, whose eyes were burning,
And every item that he stared
Into the ash inverted "s goin".
And no survivors, only ash,
The dark is ruling all around him,
But I survived and noticed than,
That man was me. What was I doin"?
апрель 2001
Tomorrow, flying through the dark
© Copyright: Artur Konty, 2001
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