My chords and strings
were cowereds my hands
Here are my legs run barefoot
Here are my eyes as dark the lakes
Here are my ears
Where the apples are not the pears
For clever brain enough two words
if the had is in I-blocked any difference is not
here is my shade, invisible in sun-up,
here is my body just about to fly-up
here is my heart so figts so figts
here is my soul for you
and it is beautiful
осень 2011 года
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