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Play it to me , huh?
or not , it is better that something of their own .
such
to the veins dumb February.

know the number of our House
still undefined.
a writer of our lives
in the dark , still in love .

sing to me at night is not the Messiah , please
and something of Panik memory .
this year - our nezhnayalomkaya play .
drown tomorrow in your arms to me .

windows and we do not need
because the birds in your eyes only .
all that was before - was externally .
and it is not necessary to remember that