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The beauty Song |
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The
beauty is the true essence. Her
sounds always have a sense - They
charm around and they live. Their
beauty presents joie de vivre. It
is in galleries and castles, Where
now stones loosen caste Can
tell us much about beauties, When
all forgot about their duties. And
musics heard and were in it, In
clouds, where all is sweet, In
ancient cities and in parks, Where
flowers give aromas. It
can be met in bunt basars Where
every reigns and might be smart. And
I remind when I was child I
liked to be where all is kind.
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The
beautys only tsar of world It
tells a lot about modes It
is in love that time retains. It
fills by colours drops of rain. The
beauty says about world, And
world tells me wheres mole wheres mole. How
I can rise all dreams again To
laugh, sing hymns to every day. The
beauty is the true essence. Her
sounds always have a sense - They
charm around and they live. Their
beauty presents joie de vivre.
September, 29, 2006 Tasiya Meierhold |
