A tired angel, sitting in the street
was taking rest because the dawn was pretty far away. And as for me, I didn’t expect to meet an angel in the street – that was an unexpected meeting. Don’t sleep! Wake up, a tired angel! Let’s talk – don’t let me be alone! We’ll wait together for your dawn, and then you’ll fly – I’ll never mention. I have some tea for us to drink, and almost pack of cigarettes – we’ll smoke, and have the tea and let’s be lucky. I will raise my wings. 01.02-02.02.97 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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