Amazing! This blog looks exactly like my old one! It's on a entirely different topic but it has pretty much the same page layout and design. Outstanding choice of colors!
To my contemplation
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Go son, go down to the water
And see the women weeping there
Then go up into the mountains
The men, they are weeping too
Father, why are all the women weeping?
They are weeping for their men
Then why are all the men there weeping?
They are weeping back at them
This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While all the men and women sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won't be weeping long
Father, why are all the children weeping?
They are merely crying son
O, are they merely crying, father?
Yes, true weeping is yet to come
This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
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за какие заслуги
за какие заслуги
за какие заслуги
за какие заслуги
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 They call me the wild rose
but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
As she stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped at the tears that ran down my face
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, " Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?"
On the second day he came with a single red rose
Said:"Will you give me your loss and you sorrow?"
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
He said, "if I show you the roses will you follow?" |
 They call me the wild rose
but my name was Elisa Day
Why they call me it I do not know
For my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one
As she stared in my eyes and smiled
For her lips were the colour of the roses
That grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he knocked on my door and entered the room
My trembling subsided in his sure embrace
He would be my first man, and with a careful hand
He wiped at the tears that ran down my face
On the second day I brought her a flower
She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen
I said, " Do you know where the wild roses grow
So sweet and scarlet and free?"
On the second day he came with a single red rose
Said:"Will you give me your loss and you sorrow?"
I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed
He said, "if I show you the roses will you follow?" |
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