My mama says to pick the best.
I always knew that I’m the guest
In this whole life that full of drama.
I loved my girl, I loved her, mama.
My view obscured by the tears,
Forever with these memories.
I was fighting, now I’m weak,
My hope has gone with mountain’s creek.
No matter where I came from,
I’ll disappear with the storm.
My mind is clear, heart is empty
And I keep calm and count to twenty…
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© Copyright: Вадим Сиреневый, 2018
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