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The sky spread to the sun,
Pigeons in the sky fly thoughtlessly and croak.
Money showered.

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The curls are dissolved in the wind,
They stroke their dreams in the past.
Bald reality day.

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The traffic light turns red,
But I want to continue my way.
And the cry is lonely.

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The sun is hot
The backs of people that forgot about time.
That does not burn, then oblezet.

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The sea is stormy with waves.
At the horizon in the distance is a lonely bather.
And the sun ducked farewell.

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Field with grass multicolor
Cow pancake is pressed.
So lonely.
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Above the neighbors are making a noise,
And on the street the night spread out over the city.
The morning begins with the baby.

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I put out my cigarette.
Somewhere in the dinner finished off the last whiskey.
And not the end, but only the beginning.

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The house was burning away
And the firemen stood grimly.
What has not burnt down, has got warm.

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There was a knock at the door.
The desert echoed the place.
Someone in the house is a friend.

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And the neighbors do not have an evil dog.
Although the sign hangs on the fence, carefully.
I know my neighbors.

"REFLECTIONS" Grandpa Go

A source: CypLIVE