whispered and she said sorry..
tears from her eyes, run..
and a sound in a deep, broke..
beauty these meanings and lessons..
honey-colored eyes, don`t be finished..
so..
from now my story begin..
and start my new birthday..
amazing that passion..
perparing all what i need with..
but, tomorrow, ,
the travel, ,
where..? ?
don`t know yet..
and the story was finished..
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