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Mar 2018
Miles behind my back
I’m сhasing the lucky star
I’ve worn my shoes out
But the goal is still far away

I was so foolish and crazy
I was so foolish and crazy
I guess I should have known
It was just a mirage

The charms of beauty and glamour
Is fading like an evening glow
I have a penny in my pocket
And shards of broken bones

I read your burned letters
I catch smoke with my hands
And grass is growing under my feet
All the time I was just standing here

I was so foolish and crazy
I was so foolish and crazy
I guess I should have known
It was just a mirage
Serg Gromoff
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Serg Gromoff  Moscow
(Moscow)   
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   Leah Barton
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