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Скелеты цветников гремят костями на ветру - Мой сад скорбит сухими семенами… Я свое сердц
Скелеты цветников гремят костями на ветру - Мой сад скорбит сухими семенами… Я свое сердц
52 day of autumn.Lame moths eat dusty lace, and with bated breath I listen to how blood runs cold in
52 day of autumn.Lame moths eat dusty lace, and with bated breath I listen to how blood runs cold in
The sky wounded by birds was stained with blood. The raging winds blinded me, weaving a wreath of ha
The sky wounded by birds was stained with blood. The raging winds blinded me, weaving a wreath of ha
The  veil of sleep had not cleared away, but her bare feet felt wetsoil and trampled grasses&am
The  veil of sleep had not cleared away, but her bare feet felt wetsoil and trampled grasses&am
Мне казалось, что в этой комнате беспрестанно моросил дождь. И тусклыйсвет лишь робко заглядывал скв
Мне казалось, что в этой комнате беспрестанно моросил дождь. И тусклыйсвет лишь робко заглядывал скв
The sky wounded by birds was stained with blood. The raging winds blinded me, weaving a wreath of ha
The sky wounded by birds was stained with blood. The raging winds blinded me, weaving a wreath of ha
Sucked the life out of veins. Осень неспешно травила мой сад. Смерть так явно вызревала на ветвях&n
Sucked the life out of veins. Осень неспешно травила мой сад. Смерть так явно вызревала на ветвях&n
52 day of autumn.Lame moths eat dusty lace, and with bated breath I listen to how blood runs cold in
52 day of autumn.Lame moths eat dusty lace, and with bated breath I listen to how blood runs cold in
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