All Saints 2014th Rambling, ... - its cool in the morning, Anointed breeze smooths my chest, Which my father and mother in their souls, Stroking, and I, as a child, let ... No more ... - but - they are here, Tile fresh kiss my lips, s Crying, my eyes from tears, stolen, As long as the wind ... - murmured languidly ... Just ... do not cry - I cried already enough Tucked away, destitute in the night ... Who loved to die, I realized And I could not say how scared away. Tell me why ...?! - Why the sky with me Played the bloody game of evil? ... Cast and blog mocking the tournament, Maybe he enjoyed the deadly racket?! ... ... But its all the same ... - quieter, Then I see guardian angel waved Cleared slowly, EL overstock deaf, my ears Hey! ...- Jeinket St. bosom hug! ... Árvai © Attila 2014-10-30
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