There were two of them, just like you and me
He colors her the sea, she only grief him
All the standard, however, such stories sea
But not quite standard this was love story
Changing passwords, hoping to forget each other
He writes to a friend, she walks only with a friend
He wants to look at her page very much.
But does not go, knows it will be worse for sure
It will rain where they once walked
Washing away the memory of native quarters
And he only thinks about it, and only in the morning
He will write beautifully as he loves madly
She is a bit strange, she loved much
And not by force, he was very impulsive for her
So beautiful, but can only see on the network
His online and in the status of & quot; For all I'm sorry & quot;
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And it's not strange there should be eight lines
What will couplets exactly, exactly
I'm not on purpose, I'm just just used without problems
Write about you and me deep in the night
Like the guy who wrote his beloved
And every night, for his love of painting
Where are two loved ones, and despite their problems arrays
Give each other joy, happiness, everything is beautiful
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Time passes, and after it weeks, years
Fashion has changed, everyone sailed the ships
His income, and this is just a little
What did the guy achieve that once in the transition
He wrote how he loves curly girl
I prayed to God, but what would I say here?
After all, maybe someday they will converge again
and again for two there is a way, one road
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And it's not strange there should be eight lines
What will couplets exactly, exactly
I'm not on purpose, I'm just just used without problems
Write on black by white i love you very much
Like the guy who wrote his beloved
And every night, for his love of painting
Where are two loved ones, and despite their problems arrays
They are with her, and he is silent, but happy
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Well, as the author, this night of delirium
I would get dressed, quickly throwing sneakers,
Having bought rolls for tea without noticing the puddle
I run to you, and I don’t need anyone else
I will come to you, usually wet, but happy
In my text, I again brought my favorite
But it is very late and half a life has passed for sure.
But they could have been together for a long time on purpose
And you don't understand how it is to be abandoned.
And everything is possible, but I am careful with love
And as always well-groomed, your smile is false
I only know that there is no one like you
Passers-by, and the guys from the yard can be
They notice that I’m not the same as before, but
And I love the like, and so no one can
And then there are no stories like you and me.
And it's not strange there should be eight lines
What will couplets exactly, exactly
I'm not on purpose, I'm just just used without problems
Whisper to you .... I like it very much
