I hold in a hand it this telephone.
From there sometimes I hear ringing.
Now and then he makes happy me.
He as a fuel for a weak fire.
Well decide choose me.
There will be no burns at you anymore from a fire.
I burn out gradually.
All depth was doused by you by a cold it.
Whew quietly we already about it speak.
You give useful advices me sometimes.
And me they are desirable to hear more frequent.
always always.
Always
© Copyright: Наталья Макойда, 2008
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