Imagine the world,
That all living gold...
Imagine the sky,
And dont saying why...
Walking down the street,
And happiness meet,
In the wonderful place,
With the magical mace...
Further and further,
In the deeply inside,
Sounds of weather,
In the heart outside...
Tail
What a beautiful lie,
What no one will die,
But terrible true,
That no one go thru...
World
© Copyright: Джон Бизок, 2011
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