213 ways. 213 дорог. Город 312

Believe me and follow me,
Step by step through sensitive chords
In maze of cassettes, CDs
Of city song – on reality boarders.

213 ways will multiply me.
I’ll be in different countries.
213 ways to understand
It’s not a time to wait…

Eyes color will prompt to words,
Knock of wills is tune of a new carol.
Everyone has his own boards.
We could be an eagle or a sarrow.

213 ways will multiply me.
I’ll be in different countries.
213 ways to understand
It’s not a time to wait…


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