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[Oct. 21st, 2004|12:50 pm] |
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| | The Cure - One Hundred Years | ] |
Довольно грошовых истин.
Из сердца старое вытри.
Улицы-наши кисти.
Площади- наши палитры.
Книгой времени
тысячелистой
революции дни не воспеты.
На улицах футуристы,
бас-гитаристы и поэты! |
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[Oct. 21st, 2004|01:34 pm] |
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Я ўвогулі не разумею чаму слово"ПРОЩАЙТЕ" і людзей выклікае асацыяцыі з самагубствам. |
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[Oct. 21st, 2004|08:17 pm] |
Ах якія дробязныя адносіны.
Ах ну не пакінуў. Ах ну якая я свіньня.
Я ўсё сказаў. |
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[Oct. 21st, 2004|10:58 pm] |
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| | Joy Division - Glass | ] |
And she turned to me and took me by the hand
And said "I've lost control again"
And how I'll never know just why
Or understand
She said "I've lost control again"
And she screamed out, kicking on her side
And said "I've lost control again"
And seized up on the floor --
I thought she'd died
She said "I've lost control again"
She's lost control again --
She's lost control |
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