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2 декабря 2015 г. в 10:20
Примечания:
Это всё что здесь есть. Простите, но текст весь на английском.
На этой ноте я ставлю точку. Больше никаких стихов, никаких фф, ничего. Ну может быть потом, но вряд ли. Это моё прощание с кем-то. А с кем? Don't know.
Well
Sooner or later
It was
It happened...
And now
The wound will not heal
Just to cut
AND THE MEDIA
To kill
It was so long ago
I've forgotten
Quiet, quiet...
Give him
Die
Pulse less
Here soon
Stop loving heart
And death will overtake
His bright eyes
And they will come out
In the flour fell
As soon as you die
So once a soul is lost
And he will wander in hell
Death will overtake all
Only every time
Not her and not be afraid
And his soul
His dark soul
Well, that's all
At the end
Heart stopped
And the guy died
Had to wait
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