за орфографию и соответствие падежов не отвечаю.
She calling me with foreign names,
She sanding me to trough games.
I put myself in waning places,
I stady ways without traces
But once you say:
There is nobody home.
She laughing – I am happy quite,
She crying - I am happy too.
So, I can take she’s love and spite,
Whose time in pile? What can I do?
And once you say:
There is nobody home.
I take your word.
I brake my sword.
Нет гармонии в этом мире.
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Magrat Garlick