For my dear
Shining in the night.
Now you are far
But nevertheless you're bright.
You are little brook
With water of my life
You are unopened book
And sometimes you're knife.
You are little dove
You're beauty, nice and fine.
You're cheerful girl I madly love
And hope you'll be mine.
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Наталья Питерских 02.11.2007 08:18 Заявить о нарушении
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