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  <title>Разговоры на проселочной дороге</title>
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    <title>fitzman @ 2018-08-06T17:01:00</title>
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    <content type="html">This is my least favorite life&lt;br /&gt;The one where you fly and I don’t&lt;br /&gt;A kiss holds a million deceits&lt;br /&gt;And a lifetime goes up in smoke&lt;br /&gt;This is my least favorite you&lt;br /&gt;Who floats far above earth and stone&lt;br /&gt;The nights that I twist on the rack&lt;br /&gt;Is the time that I feel most at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're wandering in the shade&lt;br /&gt;And the rustle of fallen leaves&lt;br /&gt;A bird on the edge of a blade&lt;br /&gt;Lost now forever, my love, in a sweet memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The station pulls away from the train&lt;br /&gt;The blue pulls away from the sky&lt;br /&gt;The whisper of two broken wings&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they’re yours, maybe they’re mine&lt;br /&gt;This is my least favorite life&lt;br /&gt;The one where I am out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;The one where you are just out of reach&lt;br /&gt;The one where I stay and you fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wandering in the shade&lt;br /&gt;And the rustle of fallen leaves&lt;br /&gt;A bird on the edge of the blade&lt;br /&gt;Lost now forever, my love, in a sweet memory</content>
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