Суббота, 12 Апреля 2008 г. 13:27
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Who could understand the language of my spirit
The blue of ice have surrounded it,
But it's heart is rede and hot
And it was waiting... well... I thought...
Now I know, it is not waiting
'Cuz it found a heart, and now is loving.
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