"Somewhere in the night.
The visions come to me."
The wind circles among the trees. The wind in the trees is whispering. Whispering low that I love her. It is morning. They're only little tears darling let them spill. And lay your head upon my shoulder. So dry your eyes... And turn your head away . The sun would stream on the sheets.
Awoken by the morning bird. And all the morning glows a new. Like a shroud.
Другой день
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