A close up of a glass of water on a table


Portrait of the father: an empty glass fell from the table, Shards gliste on the floor, And suddenly I wanted to say , Forgive me, my friend;, I'm incomprehensibly upset , And I think slowly, The glass is broken, but somewhere out there , the glass is broken, but somewhere here his soul hurts;, And I was right on the third night, We met in a dream, It was nice to remember, That session in the spring, So time went by, And I'm used to it, wait in it , and live at night , the soul of the glass ,Under the Moon , Wander all over the land
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Portrait of the father: an empty glass fell from the table
,
Shards gliste on the floor
,
And suddenly I wanted to say
,
Forgive me
,
my friend
;,
I'm incomprehensibly upset
,
And I think slowly
,
The glass is broken
,
but somewhere out there
,
the glass is broken
,
but somewhere here his soul hurts
;,
And I was right on the third night
,
We met in a dream
,
It was nice to remember
,
That session in the spring
,
So time went by
,
And I'm used to it
,
wait in it
,
and live at night
,
the soul of the glass
,
Under the Moon
,
Wander all over the land
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