Thou shalt not cry,
Althoug I think thou wouldn't.
Without love some people died...
Oh well... some lived.. I think I couldn't...
My heart is full of rain,
That never ends...
Now all I have is pain,
The pain of dying love kills slowly, like quicksands
Thou shalt not cry
© Copyright: Алексей Александрович, 2009
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