We were scattered. And it is a fact.
The land is divided in half...
Erase me ...And look at me ...
Stay! And forgive me...
My weakness and it is so strange
This is the desperate love age.
A sigh of regret on the lips,
The telephone calls as the tips
The oundaries is not here
Me, you...It have to be.
Coz we are...
Infinity
© Copyright: Алексей Урбано, 2010
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