How much change in the world ... The color of the dark color is gone. Nobody touches the flowers of cassia flowers, no one is writing poetry about poetry or poetry. The old lemposted lamps are no longer visible. Colored red color is lost in the dark
But I'm old enough. Why is the color blossoming. Although it should be kept in tune with time, it does not even want to paint itself in color. I still see the Rupali Moon Alotai. Truly silent night, the light of Lampopost and the south wind is like an addiction ...
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