Fog greeted the streets. Fog still waiting for the light, which will be invited. Joint smiling sun.
In the chill air, the dew mendaras poems memory, up to the light warm
Moon at the top of the hill. Slow hide. Say good morning to the sun
The streets still leaves a light, which does not fall asleep during the night. Good morning. Sleepsoon, said the sun
In the chill air, the dew mendaras poems memory, up to the light warm
Moon at the top of the hill. Slow hide. Say good morning to the sun
The streets still leaves a light, which does not fall asleep during the night. Good morning. Sleepsoon, said the sun
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