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Then is coming Mist of the colors, Cover the sounds. Then branches Are bending for thanks. My heart shortly breathing In the try to rise Together with waves Of mystery river Over silent stones. Copyright ©2006 Leonard Gorski
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Sep 19, 2014
Sep 19, 2014 at 12:51 AM UTC
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Then is coming Mist of the colors, Cover the sounds. Then branches Are bending for thanks. My heart shortly breathing In the try to rise Together with waves Of mystery river Over silent stones. Copyright ©2006 Leonard Gorski
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Sep 19, 2014 at 12:51 AM UTC
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