I'm a member of the street
Drown in amber like a fleet
Of this misty purple moon
In my soul this secret bloom.
I shant touch you once again/
flown away by paper plane/
Sinking into crumbling sky/
ran with catcher in the rye;/
Be forever everywhere,/
Shine with stars in midnight air,/
Cry with babies in the cradles/
Be as brave as wall is fair
Blues
© Copyright: Григорий Тимохин, 2014
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