Lonelyness of heart and body keeps me dying slow...
If I vanish in the silence, nothing will be shown,
Nobody will drop a tear of memory and love...
I'll be left for being nothing, lonely, but above...
Everything comes to the end and sweet illusions die.
Nothing here is left for me, nothing, only lie...
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With respect,
Irina))
Тишина Ветра 26.04.2007 15:30 Заявить о нарушении