It was in september, first,
I've not done anything terrible, second.
Maybe, i can be mad so curst,
It was our love, love or legend.
Are falling leaves, in third.
I'm mixed up, it's bluff, in forth.
All the future can be in word,
You're driving me crazy it seems, becouse.
There is a heavy snow, in the fifth.
And i'm grinning like a fool, in the sixth.
I stood face to a gentle breeze,
I could live, and can be freeze.
Heart melted and snow too, in seventh.
Cause right now could last forever, in eighths.
Because I remember, like you said - never,
And by the time I didn't know how to wait.
The sun's rays disappeared, in ninth.
And I'll keep you a daydream, in the tenths.
By the time you have been right,
The tenth word was the last to the end.
The tenth word will be the last
© Copyright: Дарья Щербинина, 2011
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