I’ll send you message through the breeze
Affection often left much-many scars
Come hither savages – I am afar…
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Why summer music fled away to Thee
And bitter taste of autumn will not pleasure
But missis winter comes without plea
In springtime sadness stares at my mopes
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Alack, there is no end of time had passed
Much never ending latitude of thoughts
French laissez-faire, freedom, ‘tis a nous
Let’s fight for liberty my torrid libertines
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Upheaval or recession boiled in the black
I’ve found youngest silhouette in glee
The hand takes hand and says…
Without any words – goodbye immortal lot
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How far are you going to stride to the dream
Perfection yet dwelling in azure above
Alack a day but duty goes first
For better deeds there is no vertigo kiss
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Do I lie lonely on morning-dewy grass?
He won’t make affection with your nature
Strange queue of pretty clouds look at you
They dances leisurely and feast without you
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For Thee I’ll hum so many sappy songs
And all day long I am lying under blue
But much more time without pleasure
‘tis nosey ladybird is staring at me…
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In rain I’m waiting for the fervent flame
Got any baccy…air tainted with odd smoke
A queue of queer little thoughts can’t stop
Till morning chimney has been drawing
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Four brutal blacksmiths spanking steel
There will be pleasant summer leisure
Across through azure abyss I shall fly
But salty sweat is in the air pleasure
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A. Glukhov. Drapery. 1990. The Blagodatov collection in St. Petersburg.
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Dark thunder storm of wicked rain
Half-broken heart beating but fatigue
Cold drizzle falling all day long
Much salty favor on the beach…