I've never thought that I'll find you.
That one day you'll be here
And we shall live every day
And all that passed was just a fear.
And I don't know were should I go.
Where to look for the best I had.
Living in era of hate and mud.
When all muses seems to be dead.
I ve never thought that I ll find you
© Copyright: Клименко Арс, 2012
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