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magnetic fields
Nov 25, 2011 16:04
In the meadows of heaven,
we run through the stars.
Romantic in our tastes.
We are without excuse.
We burn in our lust.
We die in our eyes
and drown in our arms.
(Sear me MCMXCIII)
муза
,
лирика
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