I've got 2 minutes to live,
I've got 1 second to die.
It was so nice, but so cold,
It was your sweety-ice lie.
And it was so hard to beath,
And then we started to fly.
We were so sweety-harts,
And your world sometimes is mine.
But the lie is began,
And I cant fly to sky.
Oh, I love you so much
And your sweety-nice lie.
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© Copyright: Юлия Шевкунова, 2009
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