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[Jul. 3rd, 2006|10:36 am] |
We passed upon the stairs,
Spoken walls and wells,
Although I was a friend
Sat on walls astrand,
Which came as so surprised,
I spoke into his eyes -- I thought you died alone
A long long time ago
Oh no, not me,
We never lost control,
The face, to face,
With the man who sold the world.
I laughed and shook his hand,
Made my way back home,
I searched from farther land,
Years and years I roamed,
I gazed all gazers there
We walked a million hills -- I must have died alone,
A long long time ago.
Who knows, not me,
I never lost control,
Your face, to face,
With the man who sold the world.
Вот такое настроение!!!! короче задница....
Опять сьездил в универ зря, ситуация уже начинает выходить из под контроля, могу пойти топтать землю в сапогах! |
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