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    Прочтений: 0 Посещений: 2035 Дата публикации: 28.7.2008 The second. She is only one, who remembers. She dances in the cloud of her dress. The summer is dead. And September, Is playing the red-yellow chess. It’s hard to believe and no wonder, She cries a few times in a week. She sings with the screams of a thunder. It’ easy to hide but there’s no one to seek. She smiles to the maple through window. The brunches just whisper – hello. They are so afraid of the winter. She feels all the same, and she knows. She goes every day to the ocean. Her shelter is under the shell. Her fears, her words and emotions… Are huge, but there’s no one to tell. Ваше мнение:
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кукла - The shell and the shelter.
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