Ёй. англ

I miss you so much
That i cant find my place
I dream about you such
As a heaven-born grace
When i look in your eyes
I'm afraid of becoming blind
That because you disguise
Of the sun (in my mind)
And don't look in these lines
If there are some bad rhymes
Cause my mind (sometimes)
Always falling and rises
Times by times)


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