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Girl in field
Lying in a field
Girl in field
Paul was.
Every passer-by
Wallowing in will
each field
Will gave.
Dried field
The grass withered.
No longer beckons
In the spring.
So passers-by
In the dull,
Do not wander
They are on a picnic.
The field is silent
howls Fields
Quiet yourself
On his knees hit
Golf awaits
Tumbleweed field.
Fields already
neither of which can not wait.

She was of a thin heat-resistant glass
On the fire can be put without fear
Often it boil water
And the room was filled with steam doubt.
With such hot I want to be
Life is to feel every degree
Life turned into a fine thread
Heart sewn with a needle joy.
Time unfortunately did not spare her
Needless concern surrounding people
She did not notice the bursting glass
Legs scalded rude speeches.
People do not recognize her in the crowd
Parents will not even take a look.
Of the dishes silver groats bite
Raven White in black soot

Fly with me!
I beg you.
Put your head
On my shoulder

Unfold hands-wings
Squeeze stronger
Save this moment,
Kiss passionately.

Even if love
Even if near empty
In anticipation of new appointments
After serious separations
If the moon sky
If the tea is poured in a glass
If you fall outside
If the wind blows hoarse
If the church around the corner
Someone whispers prayers syllable.
The working day
On a weekend
When tends to sleep tired ...
You can start all over from the beginning
Very scary
To be alone!

Fly with me!
I beg you.
Put your head
On my shoulder

Unfold hands-wings
Squeeze stronger
Save this moment,
Kiss passionately.

Flowers in a vase
Wine on the table
Paint on canvas
The body in the shower.
Alarm clock on five
At the heart of the pain
In the throat bone
The husband of a chair.

Beer in hand
Remote control in hand
Member in the neighbor
Barbara bitch.

Thoughts out
The soul in flight
Birushi in ears
Sushi in the mouth.
To a day
Night night
daughter etc.
Son etc.
Living with shoulders
The current brain
The knife in the ribs
Body in Stoke.

Fly with me!
I beg you.
Put your head
On my shoulder

Unfold hands-wings
Squeeze stronger
Save this moment,
Kiss passionately.

old songs
I will not sing.
Knocking heart,
Muffle the cry of the heart.
And believe
What is your
And most
nobody's
This last moment
And the first moment.
The sky is gray asphalt
Throw in the face.
This burden is more pleasant
The emptiness ...
I sit on the couch
The rain on the glass.
And great drops
Streamed from his face.

Fly with me!
I beg you.
Put your head
On my shoulder

Unfold hands-wings
Squeeze stronger
Save this moment,
Kiss passionately.