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Birds
425 / 0 / 15 летWhat is the feeling once they called “love”,
Something that leads us somewhere above
To breathe high skies’ air,
To live and to care?
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Wind is blowing – my time is flowing,
My heart’s glowing as I fly.
Birds I’m calling: “Keep me from falling.
She is so, so high.”
How many tunes were made of a groan!
How many hopes crashed of hearts of stone!
But in white rays’ streams
She comes to my dreams.
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I travelled seas, know how it feels,
I long to kiss skin on your knees.
I travelled seas, know how it feels,
I long to kiss your knees.
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