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You may think that what we had
was only for seasonal
And the rest will gonna be prosaic
Just akin to sombre sky

But that's far from your future
But could be my present
I prepared a little gift from my heart
A simple line, best wishes.
© Scion Marion,
книга «Oblivescence».
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