The thought was born...
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The Thought was born
While it was raining…
The Sorrow came
And Troublemaking…
The Sun was sleeping in the sky…
The Clouds (that were upon that sky)
Were telling me that Autumn’s crying,
That Summer was dying
In order to fly…
18 окт. 2002г
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