A message
The summer's full of joy,
The rays are shining mildly and slightly.
I feel my burden's finally destroyed,
And freedom's arms are holding me so tightly.
I'll write to you.
The time is flying - soon
These days will change, the autumn's coming closer.
The air's so nice this afternoon,
The Wind's pretending he's a great composer.
I'll write to you.
No more about love. You're right, who deem
It brings back pain and longing.
I'll write to you.
Our love was a dream
We have to say goodbye to in the morning.
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несколько Потоков,
Ниагара Междометий,
преднамеренно,не произносится,
всё Ясно,и не ясно,
Сигнал пришёл к тебе.......!!
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