I thought it was a hole
somebody'd fit.
Holy days,
Summer waves,
Fully inspired.
And there was a mistake:
Taught by great novels,
U're a book I haven't read
But gave a chance to.
The problem with love —
I can't find it,
The minus of us —
Is we want it back,
Can't stay alone any more,
Looking for a shoulder to cry on.
Call me ma ch;rie, mi amore,
Но мне нечего дать,
Будь я даже и морем:
Жду сигнала от волн прибоя
Trouble Me
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