Amour
When we’re talking:
About death or paradise
Or why we feel so worrying ?
I threw my first mistakes
And promise:
I’ll make over my mind
Tears are riding on my face -
Still don’t know: Am I doing right
I’ll always be the first.
Want be close to you
My soul is singing like a bird,
And I wanna do it too
But
You seem me cold
•Экспромты 2024
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