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Dream
Send me a sign
Turn back the clock
Give me some time
I need to break out
And make a new name
Let's open our eyes
To the brand new day
It's brand new day...(c)


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Sometimes everything seems awkward and large
Imagine a Wednsday evening in march
Future and past at the same time
I make use of the night start drinking a lot
Although not ideal for now it's all that I've got
It's nice to know your name...(c)

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Maman: Your room looks strange...
Me: What do you mean?!
Maman: Hm... It looks nice.

Roxanne
You don't have to put on the red light
Those days are over
You don't have to sell your body to the night...(c)


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LAURA PAUL
Ian Philpot

She flutter blinked in foreign languages declaring

her false sense of self-purpose. There is no plan, only

train schedules and promiscuously stamped passports.

A nauseous crush left her in the airplane bathroom

long before the bomb threat prayed. Lola loves

alliteration and the Uzbek language. Her unfinished

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You're the reason why I'm thinking
I don't wanna smoke on these cigarettes no more
I guess that's what i get for wishful thinking
Should've never let you enter my door
Next time you wanna go on and leave
I should just let you go on and do it
'Cause now I'm using like I bleed...(c)

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Who are you-and what do you do
That makes you think you are above me
But have you walked in my shoes
The pedestal
You put yourself on
Well since I'm breaking it down now
It's gonna collapse and be gone-gone-gone-gone-gone...(c)


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Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire; 
Some say in ice. 
From what I've tasted of desire 
I hold with those who favor fire. 
But if it had to perish twice, 
I think I know enough of hate 
To know that for destruction ice 
Is also great 
And would suffice.                                       by Robert Frost


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Let's go to war
To make peace
Let's be cold
To create heat
I hope in darkness
We can see
And you're not blinded
By the light from me...(c)



P.S. Вроде такая вот вся хорошая и замечательная... а все равно сука.

My heart's not lonely or broken 
Is not of ice or of gold 
Nor has my heart ever spoken 
To me when a love has grown cold...(c)

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P.S. У нас в штате Иллинойс вторые сутки бушуют шторма,
Из моего приоткрытого окна доноситься запах влажной травы...