Sad Story.

This is a cup, that is a spoon. I’m in the kitchen, you are in the room. I’m singing, you are scolding a God And color TV, color TV, but... An evening is coming, the gasts are coming here, The darkness is flowing through the window. Ten o’clock, you’re reading a magazin and scolding a God And color TV, color TV but... I’m writing a letter to you, because you are Sleeping so creep and so quiet alone. I’m in the kitchen and I never back home. You are better, even if you scolding me and God And color TV, color TV but...
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История создания:
2000 г.

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