It sweeps the time
The oblivion breeze
of your ethery eyes /
Makes my heart beat
Makes my eyes weep /
And makes two men
One with ginger beard
One with black moustache
To push the trigger /
One wins sweet death
Everlasting anesthesia
The other suits you
My sweety Nastya
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 12:54 AM UTC
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