Мелодия

мелодия люби ее за все проси прощение
мелодия мы тень ее земного притяжения

мелодия забудь ее одень на день затмение
мелодия плоды ее глубокие ранения

мелодия убей ее над пей от пой прозрение
мелодия мы кровь ее последние наследия

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