scattered midnight blizzard
all that exists, and yet all that happens
we try to forget about each other,
Our pranks rest not awaken.
Our strange love is not crowned,
in the present, and even more so in the past,
We, today in the world of sadness,
in the present, and probably in the past ...
Вьюга
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