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Володимир Брама
Шорох листьев под ногами прохожих, Тусклый свет фонаря, Столько дней есть унылых, негожих, Сколько есть их у ноября. Может, я ошибаюсь? Да, это так... В сумерках дня иду, улыбаясь, Люди смотрят — чудак!.. До недавней поры я считал, Тоскливей осенних нет дней, Но вчера судьбу повстречал — Вот иду на свидание с ней. Что порывы нам ветра Вперемешку с холодным дождём, Снег пусть идёт хоть до завтра, Всеравно мы друг-друга найдем.
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The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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