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Well, once upon a time, when I was starting cert -
I wish to grow up the Happy isles in desert,
to build my paradize on runnung sands,
where slips & failures were for good absent.

Once, I've heard, it seemed, the whisper leaves,
wich made me sure, I believed as
foolish - win the day - my little garden
existed really, but sudden,

I saw the big white ship & buoy
So, I decided that my "toy"
my wishes were transformed, another beacon
invited me, said me - you're wellcome

to ocean of bright dreams & hopes/
But this mirage like soap bubbles blow up, as
in the start, at the beginning
I even see desert, without any meening


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