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| Again, shit with the weather, the pissing gismeteo laid.
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| I roam around the city, washing crosses with trepidation.
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| You know, time is harmful and will not go slowly,
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| It flies so imperceptibly, as if paired with a strong wind.
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| Autumn spends faith, everything is spent gradually.
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| Goodness, hope fade, sensing autumn in a couple of meters.
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| Nikes trample a puddle, mud will decorate your sneakers.
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| Alas, it’s not the first day that I’ve been on my nerves again.
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| Give correct answers, then you will understand why
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| It draws smoke and the smell of cigarettes into the loop.
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| I'm rushing into the distant light, it's dark and hard to see.
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| Drops on the back of the head, cold and so disgusting.
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| Autumn passages are added to the piggy bank,
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| It hurts in the soul, the cricket melts the bottom of the bottle.
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| I’m pouring filks on foolishness - a November motif.
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| The berth will blow into the scrap, leaving a mark on the plastic.
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| Fate can mess up, bro, don't relax.
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| I move according to the classics, headphones in the device.
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| Weak rain dripped, sadness under the hood.
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| He gave me a shudder, I heard a quiet whisper.
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| I felt a gentle rustle that would burst me.
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| Alas, only the wind dispersed my memory.
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| Somewhere in the stream of the day her appearance is noticed,
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| Among the rain and crowds, a smile is clearly drowning.
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| I spoke rudely - a very angry child,
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| I needed a reason, I myself understood everything later.
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| It was not difficult to understand, it was worth thinking about.
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| In the entrance, everything will be forgotten, the floor will keep secrets.
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| The kid will get lost again for minutes in his pocket,
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| For life, he will throw out the rims of the sore sediment.
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| Not chic, but still the drama of last fall on the frames,
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| We alternate the sequence of events with the change of battles.
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| The cold will replace the rain, this frost will be pleasant,
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| Memory will throw a dash, I will dissolve in the routine of live. |