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Our life is a disease
Love - its main symptom ...
These kinds of people , such sad faces ,
Already the case for the night, but we can not sleep again ,
Again I dream your way ,
I smell and hear ponmyu voice.
I remember that spring and again the night without sleep,
They are eternal as heaven , and God can be myself,
Wondered how so people do not see each other , hear voices ,
Tell how come I do not want to climb on knives
But if not vmogotu - run , I do not hold and sustain.
And maybe someday we will become closer .
But not in this life . Alas .
Fly me to the side of the sky, and where we were not .
We meet at the sun , the same roads left ,
Feelings woven braids , we discard unnecessary .
Dial my number I'll be in range . (2 )
we have started to communicate less random meeting.
Once again, convinced that all the same time heals.
But more than a year continue to remember this number.
Why would it ? I still did not understand .
However, and not try to understand all of the past in the past.
Would not be bad , would not know about good,
Often intersect in captivity , but no more feelings , they were killed drops pain.
Play their roles. Life is a game , we are actors . Intermission .
Someone starting someone has long been hardened ,
Intermission , someone went on a smoke break already
The fact that I'm on the other side already .
Someone needs just ready to give endless happiness .
Give heart is in good hands , although used for an hour.
I thank you that was what is and what will be ,
On the whole counsel of the Almighty that people remember .
Fly me to the side of the sky, and where we were not .
We meet at the sun , the same roads left ,
Plaited braids feelings , we discard unnecessary .
Dial my number I'll be in range . (2 )
In memory I leave a couple of photos .
Up or down below the graphs ...
In the " life " dash ,
Maybe nafig all ?
Seeing the sky will be saved ,
But when you call , I want to pick up the phone ...
Fly me to the side of the sky, and where we were not .
We meet at the sun , the same roads left ,
Plaited braids feelings , we discard unnecessary
