Their poetry is a poetry of empty streets.
His palms are cold, as ice in his green eyes
And he will be the one, she cannot meet,
And she will be the one, who never dies.
(с)
His palms are cold, as ice in his green eyes
And he will be the one, she cannot meet,
And she will be the one, who never dies.
(с)
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