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To us today, knocking the summer,

Standing, the door was missing.

I lean to the warm hands,

Whispered: "I believe, I believe, I believe ...»

. Touching his forehead to the plastic table,

Drove off phone calls,

Tea set for two - do not drink the

Lonely cup on the night.

Goes to the door - if it took

The impenetrable wet life?

Leto stood, breathed into the well,

Whispered a barely audible voice: "Hold on ..!»

Keys, let it not been -

You said "replacement is not necessary».

And I draw the summer in the mirror,

Your most delicious lipstick.