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енглески
Bijelo
White
I sail on the white paths of paper
I net the butterflies made of wishes
And I bring them to you
She will be with him
With my whole body I feel that I love
Even though I know that love hurts
(Since) I hold a record in it
She will be with him
My sorrow, everybody knows that...
Dying is easy,
It hurts for a moment,
And then stops
My sorrow, but how...
To live like this,
When her heart is becoming (cold and hard) like a stone
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Paleonholik Gutengadrovich
submitted on 28 Mar 2020 - 18:05
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