sometimes though kill - it is not written, though die - it is not written,
it was as if he had declared himself impeached,
realizing that your last verse was the last,
on Saturdays, indulge in a bath, preference-on Wednesdays,
comfort yourself hypocritically and repeat yourself pompously,
it's like you got it on purpose, everything you need is written,
the sky will be the size of a saucer, the sea will be the size of a puddle...
but one day something will come true, something will come together,
will turn afront Avantage, and January-July,
so, we will show everyone else, we will fight again.
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© Copyright: Надежда Егоровна Мамонтова, 2020
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