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May 3
Walked through the crowds, carry on thoughts, bring a lot cups of the words

The eyes has stopped and contemplated the purple-orange shorts

And then I'll write to you what those people will come to tale

Twenty two months together, bring pictures to remember

But unconsiously cant run closer - as if they were something I want to bring back home

And it all seemed like it  was yesterday,
We dont know how to speak and win the streak
You're my true friends, may we be found smell of rain
in grey veil-face the gale

And it all seemed like it was yesterday,
Both we create new beat and that's all just repeat ...
If it could be the day - when they say - people will changes but memories stay ...
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