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DescriptionIt's raining outside like in autumn and it's ugly I look out the window as if I were chasing you and that's all In me all the memories await you That's why my gaze is strange and straight.
The hand that scattered my hair and my thoughts. It confused all the lines of my book. I keep looking out the window as if I were chasing you And I keep waiting for someone who no longer comes
Like a child who has fallen asleep crying there is no longer a thought in me I want to read and the books fall from my hands. Your face surrounds me From all sides
The hand that scattered my hair and my thoughts. It confused all the lines of my book. I keep looking out the window as if I were chasing you And I keep waiting for someone who no longer comes
TXT When are you coming, love? Bring me the long-promised nightingale But, bring her with the branch, on which she sings
DescriptionIt's raining outside like in autumn and it's ugly I look out the window as if I were chasing you and that's all In me all the memories await you That's why my gaze is strange and straight.
The hand that scattered my hair and my thoughts. It confused all the lines of my book. I keep looking out the window as if I were chasing you And I keep waiting for someone who no longer comes
Like a child who has fallen asleep crying there is no longer a thought in me I want to read and the books fall from my hands. Your face surrounds me From all sides
The hand that scattered my hair and my thoughts. It confused all the lines of my book. I keep looking out the window as if I were chasing you And I keep waiting for someone who no longer comes
TXT When are you coming, love? Bring me the long-promised nightingale But, bring her with the branch, on which she sings
