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To us today, knocking summer
< Misha Campfires
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.
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.
