when your heartbit takes away all my hearing
I still love this music that's the best for me.
and in this quiet haven I am only fearing
breaking by a hooting ship that is doomed by gap of tree.
my mind is infected,
my thouhts are misleading,
and in this blear hole
I know only I need it:
I need your presence,
is there no sense to chance?
little girls're always crying and deceived,
they they cover their ears and listen voices inside.
But and I'm not a baby and I finally feel
I can forget you an throw from my mind your darling heart's sound.
my mind is infected,
my thoughts are misleading
and in this blear hole
I know only I need this:
I need your presence,
is there no sense to chance?
//если есть ошибки, прошу меня простить:) и поправить :)
presence
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