Checkered paper, local landscapes in suit,
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And life is candy, do not ask - steal.
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And the pen rushes about, pours into the paper of fate,
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The soul will heal if it finds warm words.
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The envelope will open line by line, the eyes run,
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Censorship rummages into someone else's life
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And the northeast so wants kind words
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To see that leaf where love burns with caress.
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Chorus:
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Correspondence love and the postman is in a hurry,
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Love is fragile, one for two souls.
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In captivity, I want to run to the edge of a dream
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And the correspondence student sends sheets on the way back.
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And so affectionately he will write to her again
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Life will be a fairy tale, well, at least for half an hour.
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Again, under the handle, fate runs with a letter,
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But the fence is sewn with a thorn, like a braid.
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Chorus:
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Correspondence love and the postman is in a hurry,
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Love is fragile, one for two souls.
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In captivity, I want to run to the edge of a dream
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And the correspondence student sends sheets on the way back.
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Checkered paper, local landscapes in suit,
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And life candy, do not ask - steal.
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And let them drag each other in the wake of the deadline,
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Correspondence love is the hope of the shore.
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Chorus:
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Correspondence love and the postman is in a hurry,
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Love is fragile, one for two souls.
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In captivity, I want to run to the edge of a dream
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And the correspondence student sends sheets on the way back.
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Correspondence love and the postman is in a hurry,
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Love is fragile, one for two souls.
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In captivity, I want to run to the edge of a dream
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And the correspondence student sends sheets on the way back.
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Correspondence love and the postman is in a hurry,
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Love is fragile, one for two souls.
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In captivity, I want to run to the edge of a dream
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And the correspondence student sends sheets on the way back.
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And the correspondence student sends sheets on the way back. |