From day to day years pass,
from night to night hours are over
and when you blink, the clock stops.
The good days will be memories...
the blue nights will be lost.
Women, vices and love...
photos, flowers and pain.
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 8:01 PM UTC
From day to day years pass,
from night to night hours are over
and when you blink, the clock stops.
The good days will be memories...
the blue nights will be lost.
Women, vices and love...
photos, flowers and pain.
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