Something wrong will happen soon.
May be your side, other mine.
But look at that so cloudy moon,
And, please, don't tell a lie.
Listen some song from my own.
Do you understand?
I can't imaging being alone
Without you in this land.
Help me, save me, I am dying.
Stay here, smiling look at me:
I want to listen way you lying,
And listen it from me.
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© Copyright: Анастасия Алексахина, 2014
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