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the mood in the evenings
increasingly haunted
maybe I'm tired
as if the sea without preboya
can be in the heart of the scar
by someone without beating
and in the head dope
I seems to me what is sick
question one beat
I even lost heart
love is sick
or just a cold
be one my destiny
probably my destiny
probably very hard
same as me
I quietly floated through life
if the old raft
and I am not afraid
that suddenly drown
but something hooked
and it knocked me off my feet
head vsrkuzhilo
It beats the heart again and again
Now I am very zheleyu
that let you
time passes
but myself, I have not forgiven
me now silence
I soon get used to it
but I do not hear it
it penetrated into my mind