Woodland Creatures from all terrains gather round at Cranbury Nook at morrows lullaby to say
Be the tide of autumn in my eyes!My look is cold.O' who...can be so bold?But
I live in the countryΕ trikova, lamps, commonerDust, alley, firangi.It's all the same as it used
She came with tearsShe has become loveOn my land is forbiddenWhere do I go?They extinguished
Life seems like a disturbanceUnstable mind questioning the very existenceHappiness on other space seem scaryNothing
Come on love tonight, show yourself somewhereYou will be a dear guest in my heartOr
Maybe will meet againIn the thoughts In the emotions In the feelingsThat will lead us
Horses are symbolic poetic images of high power, Mythology speaks about the unicorn, so cleverColor
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