September
Of the dark and shady lake
Waiting for forgotten autumn
Which will never be the same?
Don’t you know I’m only desert
With the sea of golden sand
In the past, in future, present
I’m gonna cover all the land?
Don’t you say that you are sorry
That we’ll never meet again?
This September is getting boring
But will never be the same.
2004
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Анастасия Шахова 26.04.2011 20:23 Заявить о нарушении
Yours sincerely!
Ольга Молотова 26.04.2011 21:02 Заявить о нарушении