i wrote a poem just for you
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Вторник, 12 Ноября 2013 г. 20:25
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It all begins with a dream
Of a burning harlequin
Draws empty streets
In purple and pink,
Breathes in the smell
Of your eyes in the dark
(Naked trees are dancing
In the blossom of abandoned cars)
And you kneel before him
Easy as a paper ash
For the humanity is far gone now
Chasing the last sunset of their lives
Howling at the sun.
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