"They shine like a star,
This is an eternal dream,
To see and have always,
What will give us a place,
This star,
And not less than a hundred,
What is sometimes trouble,
We really want our place,
It's warm and great food.
They sometimes see,
What is beyond this light,
There the spirits are sitting,
And they see us,
That our eyes are harmed,
But our hope,
This is a dream,
What will go wrong,
She will not do us any harm then,
What happens sometimes,
In this always,
The star will help,
And a lot and always,
After all, this is our dream,
That always,
What is not all, not always. "
Eyes
© Copyright: Святослав Бойко, 2017
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