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24 августа 2006, 10:07 | |
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Постов: 21 |
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It was beginning with sunset, When clouds sank into the dark, At the time I didn’t sleep yet, At the hour I tried remark. Phoebe goes down to the ground, Shadows swam between the trees There were no loud, rude sounds, Only light night and calmly freeze. I saw an angel with black heart, He came down to my room with night, I look”d at him without words, He looked like brave, but fragile knight. He was illusion of my broken thoughts. I saw my eyes in his dark view, He doth the same, the things I do. There was not any heartiness mute, I understood his soul, his hitting cold, There was a way, that won’t be solved. My darling, black-eyed angel! You know, I’m ready for your love, Let me lay down my candle, And I’ll fly with you to sky above. My destiny is on your wings, I fly with you so far”s you want, I give to you my bitter-sweet kiss, I’ll break down your fragile cold… |
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