it's a bit cold
and silver fog
hangs out in the air..
a cigarette smoke,
keys in the lock
i'm walking downstairs..
and empty bus,
thoughts in my head
is heading wrong way..
you smiled to me
sad angel with wings
burnt down to decay..
i meet a new day..
Сегодня, выйдя утром на улицу и задубев меньше,чем за минуту, почему-то вспомнил, как будучи
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