I think, the other side of things,
Which disappears as soon it's clear
Like endless rolling of precios rings
Looks like the taste of mellow pear
Engages me as an enemy spear
I think, I didn't understand
Your words you told me yesterday
I thought you'd tender me your hand
But heart found nothing what to say
Oh, darling, try an other day
Repete
© Copyright: Марина Борматова, 2012
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