Perfect taste,perfect face.
First one i would embrace.
Last one i would let go.
In my sensitive row.
What I've written has gone
What ill wait is my son
Its too early you'd say
In your sensitive way.
No more ages i thought.
Never read what i wrote.
Just be honest with me.
Are you happy to be.
Are you happy be gone.
When your life still go on.
I don't need normal life.
When my body has knife.
I don't need anything
When my love is dismissed
Stop the war that you'll bring
And pat my dove of peace.
Perfect taste, perfect face
© Copyright: Руслан Шишкин, 2014
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