The warmth of your cheeks, so drunk and intoxicate Since you wrote Titian and Monet The waterfall of hair tells fortunes, heart beckons In a word you sang Gumilyov and Rabelais
The warmth of your cheeks, so drunk and intoxicate Since you wrote Titian and Monet The waterfall of hair tells fortunes, heart beckons In a word you sang Gumilyov and Rabelais
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