Days will pass from happiness
He crash, not waiting at all, -
Like in a fairy tale: back and forth?
Through the ice wanders and cold, -
In what not knowing, - year...
Aiming for may and summer, -
He burns the fires of love!...
Days will pass from happiness, -
Blow up this world comet,
Replacing the entire forest with stumps!
2.1. 2o2o g0d. Grad Lugansk.
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