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Sat, 18 Dec 2010 12:17:00 GMT

I dreamed the city has left two of us until the morning
One living taxis, advertising, and cold.
And talk about anything, no tears, accusations and lies.
And if you want to tell me if you want to say,
The fact that you love, you hope, believe and expect
The fact that if me, you will never go away.
And for any of the roads we can safely go
And do not care where we do not care the way

What a pity that all this is a dream
When something needs to say goodbye
Forever.

я ненавижу ЛОХМАТОГО

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