Счастье - это когда желания совпадают с возможностями...
10-12-2005 14:19
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В колонках играет - Blackmore's Night //Ocean Gipsy//
Настроение сейчас - i turn 2 God...
Я потеряла на своем компе папку со стихами... А потрепанную тетрадку, точь-в-точь как в старых слезливых фильмах, давно выбросила, будучи уверенной в высоких технологиях... Я потеряла Свои Стихи. Глупость, правда ?
Я вообще уже слишком много потеряла...Слишком много своего...
Как бы мне себя не потерять...
Мне надоело. Надоело жить, стараться, лезть из кожи вон. Для чего ?! Все равно все не так, как я хочу. И я не могу ничего изменить...
Надоело подстраиваться под мир.
Пусть лучше он прогнется под меня !!! *В следующей жизни...*
Tried to take it all away,
Learn her freedom... just inside a day,
And find her soul to find there fears are laid...
Tried to make her love their own,
They took her love... they left her there,
They gave her nothing back that she would want to own...
Gold and silver rings and stones,
Dances slowly off the moon,
No one else could kow, she stands alone...
Sleeping dreams will reach for her,
She can not say the words they need,
She knows she's alone and she is free...
Ocean Gipsy of the moon,
The sun has made a thousand nights for you to hold...
Ocean Gipsy where are you?
The shadows followed by the stars have turned to gold...
Turned to gold...
Then she met a hollow soul,
Filled himmwith her light and was consoled,
She was the moon and he the sun was gold...
Eyes were blinded with his light...
The sun she gave reflected back the night
The moon was waning, along out of sight...
Softly Ocean Gipsy calls...
Silence holds the stars a while,
They smile sadly for her where she falls...
Just the time before the dawn,
The sea is hushed the ocean calls her,
Day has taken her and now she's gone...
No one noticed when she died,
Ocean Gipsy shacked to the tide,
The ebbing waves, the turning spreading white...
Something gone within her eyes,
Her fingers, lifeless, stroked the sand,
Her hattered soul was lost,
She was abandoned...
Silken threads like wings still shine,
Wind swept pleasures still make patterns
in her lovely hair... so dark and fine...
Stands on high beneath the seas, cries no more,
her tears have dried...
Oceans weep for her, the ocean sighs...
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Настроение сейчас - i turn 2 God...
Я вообще уже слишком много потеряла...Слишком много своего...
Как бы мне себя не потерять...
Мне надоело. Надоело жить, стараться, лезть из кожи вон. Для чего ?! Все равно все не так, как я хочу. И я не могу ничего изменить...
Надоело подстраиваться под мир.
Пусть лучше он прогнется под меня !!! *В следующей жизни...*
Tried to take it all away,
Learn her freedom... just inside a day,
And find her soul to find there fears are laid...
Tried to make her love their own,
They took her love... they left her there,
They gave her nothing back that she would want to own...
Gold and silver rings and stones,
Dances slowly off the moon,
No one else could kow, she stands alone...
Sleeping dreams will reach for her,
She can not say the words they need,
She knows she's alone and she is free...
Ocean Gipsy of the moon,
The sun has made a thousand nights for you to hold...
Ocean Gipsy where are you?
The shadows followed by the stars have turned to gold...
Turned to gold...
Then she met a hollow soul,
Filled himmwith her light and was consoled,
She was the moon and he the sun was gold...
Eyes were blinded with his light...
The sun she gave reflected back the night
The moon was waning, along out of sight...
Softly Ocean Gipsy calls...
Silence holds the stars a while,
They smile sadly for her where she falls...
Just the time before the dawn,
The sea is hushed the ocean calls her,
Day has taken her and now she's gone...
No one noticed when she died,
Ocean Gipsy shacked to the tide,
The ebbing waves, the turning spreading white...
Something gone within her eyes,
Her fingers, lifeless, stroked the sand,
Her hattered soul was lost,
She was abandoned...
Silken threads like wings still shine,
Wind swept pleasures still make patterns
in her lovely hair... so dark and fine...
Stands on high beneath the seas, cries no more,
her tears have dried...
Oceans weep for her, the ocean sighs...
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ne_znau_zachem
12-12-2005-18:33
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я свои стихи почти не перепечатывала..
а как можно потерять папку на компе? а поиск по содержимому??
а как можно потерять папку на компе? а поиск по содержимому??
а поиск у меня не работает нифига... систему надо переустанавливать давным давно))
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