NYMTHETAMINE ( fix ):

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Fold to my arms
Hold their mesmeric sway
And dance to the moon
As we did in those golden days

Christening stars
I remember the way
We were needle and spoon
Mislaid in the burning hay

Bared on your tomb
I am a prayer for your loneliness
And would you ever soon
Come above unto me?
For once upon a time
From the binds of your lowliness
I could always find
The right slot for your sacred key

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                  niznau eti konechni komu kak no mne ochen nravitsa eta pesna. Niznau pochemu no ia segodna dovolnaia jizniu. Nakonets to ia preodolele svoi dushevnii zaskoki :) . Mne harasho i ia znau chto on uje radom...