...закрепялем латы...
The treetops, the chimneys, the snowbed stories, winter grey
Wildflowers, those meadows of heaven, wind in the wheat
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...проверяем канаты...
A railroad across waters, the scent of grandfatherly love
Blue bayous, Decembers, moon through a dragonfly's wings
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... пристреливаем стволы...
Where is the wonder where's the awe? Where's dear Alice knocking on the door?
Where's the trapdoor that takes me there, where the real is shattered by a Mad March Hare?
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... поехали!
Where is the wonder where's the awe
Where are the sleepless nights I used to live for
Before the years take me I wish to see the lost in me
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I want my tears back!
I want my tears back now!
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