СТИХИ ИЗ ЗАПИСНОЙ КНИЖКИ ДЖИМА МОРРИСОНА
WE AWOKE, TALKING…
We awoke, talking. Telling dreams.
an explosion during the night
A new siren. Not cop, Fire,
New York ambulance or european
movie riot news but the strange
siren predicting war. She ran
to the window. The yellow thing
had siren.
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