january 2008
With smile of a child
With soul - so free and wild!
Her shape have almost faden...
You didn't see the stranger
You just came to the wall -
You sat and cried... that's all.
No ray of sun. No danger.
No sorrow, no despair
In London narrow streets
Your heart gets what it needs
No Moscow deadly air.
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