It's all a rehearsal of my future life,
I draw in my thoughts all the details capricious.
I climbed over the edge prohibitively possible,
Banished from the heart of the old man gently.
Climb the mountain to see the future,
I opened the gate and meet running
From an invisible marching in the visible,
Initially, all is not easy, perhaps?
I am a white feather gulls soar above Alushta,
I rhymed whip Inspiration drill,
I draw in my thoughts all the details capricious -
It's all a rehearsal of my future life!
4.11.10. Almond Grove.
I rhymed whip Inspiration drill
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