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We've talked about past
Until the morning came.
It can't forever last
And it's the end of game.
You love me may be still,
You dream to be together...
But it's mistake, my dear,
It won't be real ever!
You can't turn back two years again.
And probably I'm glad.
Instead of happiness just pain...
I don't want. The the end.
14 december 2007
I don t want...
© Copyright: Лиша Клявина, 2007
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