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Мне снилось, что лань, которую не подстрелили, просила прощения у огорченного охотника. 


© Немер Ибн аль Баруд
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Isn't it strange, the way things can change
Life that you lead, turned on its head
suddenly someone, means more than you felt for
house in its yard, turns into home.
Sorry but I meant to say, many things along the way, this ones for you.

Have I told you I ache, have I told you I ache,
Have I told you I ache, for you...

Have I told you I ache, have I told you I ache,
have I told you I ache, for you...

The time that it took, writing words for my book, seems to have broken off
the gate that I shot,
last time I got hurt
seems to have opened itself
oh what its spinnin now,
its tryna catch me up
tell me to appriciate, here and now
I'm sorry but I meant to say
many things along the way
this ones for you.

Have I told you i ache, Have i told you i ache, have i told you i ache, for you...

Have I told you i ache, Have i told you i ache, have i told you i ache, for you...
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©  Carrington.
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© by me, 2007. Model Nastya. ( . )
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. . . Малышка-девчушка впервые в Париже.
А грохот, как ливень, клокочет и брызжет.

. . . Малышка-девчушка идёт через площадь.
А грохот прибоем булыжники лижет.

. . .Малышка-девчушка бульваром идёт
Мимо надутых лощеных господ,

И стук её сердца не слышен Парижу.
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© Éluard, 1915.
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© by me, 2007.

Art should be something that liberates your soul, provokes the imagination and encourages people to go further.
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© Keith Haring
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© by me, 2007.