если счастлив, не говори никому
4 March
Silent Kisses on my neck
Through the veils You have come
Burning up my last defence
As we merge into One
In the Fire of Your eyes
Shining Vapour I become
Hold me closer as I rise
We dissolve into One

будем ждать будем ждать будем ждать

боюсь, зря
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