Circus shine
I left abandoned by my voice
When you alone on filar way
Sat with guitar to play for choice
You make same job with greatest flair
Nobody turns up heat on shine
Because we trust you:
A flying on air -
Is serenade in the sky...
27/12/2011
вспомнил канатаходца с гитарой под куполом цирка на канате...
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