Не рекомендуется читать, с английским у меня туго =D
It was your good idea.
Oh! But you lost, my dear
Friend.
Put my hand to your hand.
It will be tomorrow.
We'll wake up and see the ceiling.
It puts pressure on our feelings.
Empty bed.
I feel like you feel bad,
To my great sorrow.
We're in a confined space.
All I can see is your face.
I'm bored.
There are too empty and cold.
But maybe tomorrow...
A confined space
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