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There're crows in the heaven and black monks below it,
I'm lying between them in a embroidery blouse,
I'm airy and lovely, I'm bright like a summer,
The Sun becomes older, the Wind becomes younger.
Galatea23
24.09.13 в 04:24
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An enormous temple to read the burial for me,
I was a happy bride, but my bridegroom was wormy.
My soul is now standing beside me and singing,
All are watching the body and are not believing.
Galatea23
24.09.13 в 04:25
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A Pray and a Fate were exchanging the roles,
My lover's in silence, and the banner of cross
Was lighting his face gently and softly,
I've already forgave him, was forgiving too often.
Galatea23
24.09.13 в 05:28
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A spring that trembling from a sorrowful peal
Dropped three drops on a face in a picture
That lying between hands peaceful and quiet,
That picture was kissed by a cheerful fire.
Galatea23
24.09.13 в 06:15
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A candle burnt out and a censer fell down,
A ground moaned turning to a heavy grave frown,
I rushed into the heaven after birds flying high,
I'm free, I'm a white bird and now I can fly.
Galatea23
24.09.13 в 06:47
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I took off the ground, farewell circling,
And happily laughed, I was wonder their howling,
We'll meet soon, I promise, but we will be different.
There's an eternal freedom, don't be sad for me, friends.
Galatea23
24.09.13 в 09:48
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