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Hold on
I want to return to the tower

Of my mystery, early-night dreams;

Their magical and foggy power

Grows with me throw the white blowing winds.

It's not my mask? only heart-open crying

From dirty life and social quiz;

You's searching exit? And I grimly smiling:

The death's not exit - don't committed this.

Just hold to live for knowledge and for dears...

От 06-01-08

Катарина Кельтская


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