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Статья Общество Конкурс Эссе Multimedia Персональные Стихотворения Пресса Проза _QUOTE Сценарии | ||||||
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only the child’s tireless voice
his lisping and heavenly noise still remained to relieve the angels shoulders to tickle the God’s feet while marking new borders all at once, he draws five rose leaves around your bare heart after that turns unto the rest of his play finding out a new start when your eyes phosphorescently watch over his sleep the watercolor from your clownish cheek easily sizzles under a love tear unto the giant moon, lullabies will raise clear next morning he will arrange the bones’ engraves will unfold the meaning of this puzzle in full swing he will water the thoughts hidden in your head like precious slaves those lonesome birds that lost the courage to take hold of wings join him inside the Greater Bear and heal your infancy’s scars he only wants to be your cabby do accept his unit for measuring the distance between stars chip out a piece of sky with his magic knife when everybody will say that you got crazy you’ll just have won a new basement of life
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