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There are rows of black birds flying above us, my love... Away to foreign warm places leaving no memories or traces - There are rows of black birds above. There is a strong, cold wind howling and rowing ahead us, my love... The echo of a new harsh winter like an unseen bitter creature filling the gaps between us - There is a strong cold wind ahead. Am I entitled call you 'my love'? This autumn feels too cold, too empty to bare this bare emptiness - These gaps between us like black doves too bold and unreal to hold. There are rows of black birds above. They shall never see each other's faces as they fly to foreign warm places, While Autumn and Winter align, without any traces of you
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Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 6:54 AM UTC
Black doves
There are rows of black birds flying above us, my love... Away to foreign warm places leaving no memories or traces - There are rows of black birds above. There is a strong, cold wind howling and rowing ahead us, my love... The echo of a new harsh winter like an unseen bitter creature filling the gaps between us - There is a strong cold wind ahead. Am I entitled call you 'my love'? This autumn feels too cold, too empty to bare this bare emptiness - These gaps between us like black doves too bold and unreal to hold. There are rows of black birds above. They shall never see each other's faces as they fly to foreign warm places, While Autumn and Winter align, without any traces of you
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georgiana-s
Romanian
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 6:54 AM UTC
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