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Максим Русаков: литературный дневник

What for d'you come into my dreams, What for d'you come into my nights, I'm ill - i love you... Yes, it seems... You are the darkness. You're the light.
And step by step, and day by day i think of u, my baby doll, Yes, i remember "mx, hey!" You said to me this, summer girl.
It was the summer... Summer time. Now it's the autumn... Pretty cool. I dreamt this summer you were mine, But now i know i was a fool.



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