I sit in the autumn powdered
I sit in the autumn powdered.
Sun-drenched, strange,
Promised Heaven.
I fly to the target,
Rounding rocks.
No, I'm not for her,
She said to me soon.
Everything will be planned,
The wind blew Destiny.
I sit in the autumn powdered.
In a good mood.
8.10.10.
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