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She slept in the warmth of the crowds
And i awoke, wanting to dream her
Some time ago I thought about writing to him
And I never sorted out love's traps
Of that love
of sweet music
Nothing saves us
nothing more left
I won't send, some roses
I don't even intend to avoid a secret encounter.
Of that love
of sweet music
Nothing saves us
nothing more left
Of that love
of sweet music
Nothing saves us
nothing more left
Nothing else...
nothing more left
nothing more left
nothing more left
nothing more left
