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30 lines
617 B
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That's all, just a few words ...
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That's all, just a few words.
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How do I now do not knock on the door? (?)
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He did not believe in my love,
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In my heart I did not believe it.
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And I was hoping, I wrote something,
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I have a letter sent to all addresses.
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I am the wind talking about it,
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That here (?) Remained loved.
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***
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You sang me a lullaby.
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I grew up in your space.
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The dawn of my life burning
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At your age-old towers.
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Moscow desperate breeze
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He pierced me with its strength.
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Love I accidentally met
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Outside your noisy.
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And I am parting with you I
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And the food in the other edge,
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As if far away
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Hiding my youth.
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