Just like a cold noreaster
Al first she'll sling,
And theb a single salty tear
The hearst will wring.
The evil heart will pity.
Somesing and then regret.
But this light-headed sadnes
It will not forget.
I only sow.To harvest.
Others will come.And yes!
The lovelygroup of harvesters
May true Got bless.
And that mose perfeclly l could.
Give to you gratitude,
Allow meto give the world
Love incorruptible.
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© Copyright: Юлия Зиятдинова, 2015
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