It was a time, when I believed in friendship,
It was a time, when I believed in prince...
And every time it was like an obsession.
I put my life on chancel of idle dreams.
I disappointed with all illusions.
I feel like bird without wings.
Of course, it wasn’t my conclusion.
You broke to pieces our rings
It was a time...
© Copyright: Светлана Хрущева, 2012
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