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It was his dream, not mine
I don't know if it's crime...
To tell these words of love
And never meet in life?

Just letters or e-mails
One day, I know, it fails
Such custles tumble down
I know, he knows but now

We can not say goodbye
It's not the thing you buy
And then it's thrown away.
Support...that's our way!


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Я читаю только на русском, но ,наверное, это хорошо!

Игорь Дяченко   06.10.2011 15:56     Заявить о нарушении