Song: Village
I consider myself city I now.
It's my job, my friends are here.
But as the night I had a dream village
Let me go do not want my native land.
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MegaMozg 07-06-2020 / 19:48
There is a wall of green forest is in June
And in winter the plain is white-white.
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MegaMozg 07-06-2020 / 19:45
There is warm bread smell in our house,
And runs somewhere under the mountain river,
And the way the geese are moving matter
And in the ravine bumblebee shaggy drink the dew from the flower.
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MegaMozg 07-06-2020 / 19:42
