πThere is nothing that would be permanent. β€οΈDays change each other, dates, people And nothing seems strange to us in that, And nothing will be different...ππ
π A goldfinch sang over the roadside willow, Dusk flows from the branches with silence ... And on the bench, quiet and happy, "Adam" kisses "Eve" in the moonlight.π
β€οΈDays change each other, dates, people
And nothing seems strange to us in that,
And nothing will be different...ππ
Dusk flows from the branches with silence ...
And on the bench, quiet and happy,
"Adam" kisses "Eve" in the moonlight.π
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