Good is better than perfect,
and my footsteps never meet.
Ours once did.
Hours flew by since then, refresh, months. Bygones.
Goodbyes never work, but hey, I already told you that.
(Never say never. I heard it.)
Blood drops like rubies, diamonds seem teardrops,
на свою бродяную жизнь в дождях, нееее, в снеге сейчас.
Show me your thousand faces, two by two for a change.
I love декабр, December, december, decembrie, grudzień, décembre... I'll stop.
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