10 апреля 2001, 11:56
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#1 (ПС)
| Тут ещё не много на английском. I got some place in my heard,
And I think, that it empty
But that piece that she has, no one, never receive
And this biggest injustice
That, now, we can’t be together
But I hope we could be, and I want to believe
That somewhen, God will pity
And make her, want some changing
I’ll be waiting this moment, but no one can’t it relieve
Till it happened, my heard will be bleeding
My soul will be cleaving,
And my life nothing meaning,
But I’ll be here, and I’m not going to leave
I need her, to sleep, to breath,
To live and to love,
My life incomplete, and that’s just all above
P.S. That’s my dream, and I will keep it alive.
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