Андрей♪ ٩๏̯͡๏۶, 45 - 21 сентября 2007 04:21

On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he knelt above me with a rock in his fist

On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
She lay on the bank, the wind lied as a thief
And I kissed her goodbye, said "All beauty must die"
And I lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
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