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Впервые на английском, ой, что сессия с человеком делает))
Somrtimes I hear your voice, it's burning in my mind.
It sounds like a dream of tenderness and love.
I feel that you exist somevere deep inside.
I love you and for me, it's probably enough.
Obsession to be loved, I fell your slightest touch,
In silence of the night my soul for future cries.
I know there is no sence, it hearts my heart too much,
But still in moonlight dream I want to see your eyes
Somrtimes I hear your voice, it's burning in my mind.
It sounds like a dream of tenderness and love.
I feel that you exist somevere deep inside.
I love you and for me, it's probably enough.
Obsession to be loved, I fell your slightest touch,
In silence of the night my soul for future cries.
I know there is no sence, it hearts my heart too much,
But still in moonlight dream I want to see your eyes
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