< Dana Lot
... Be calm and bright, Lord - One late to save me
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You came up with such an abyss me,
I eternity in her crawl
resting against the forehead, the heels,
sadly, stripped to the bone ...
And "go" to rhyme - unsweetened so - a clumsy "I'm sorry ...»
Well you, feeding his chickens paradise,
glancing briefly from the sky into the lumen,
said: - Wow ... This little fool
there was some hint of light.