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  1. Очарователен стих! Полъхът от безкрая идва винаги от някое сърце, така аз зная! Поздрави!:)

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  2. IMAGINE ( MIND GAMES )

    Yes, I imagine, that you live somewhere
    And you will come to me one day.
    I feel you close, though senses are so rare
    That you‘ll be next to me and you will stay

    Your voice is softly carrying me away
    And I dive down into the silence
    I know that you’ll be true one day
    And I will snuggle in your hug from violence

    But now you’re just a puff of air
    That touches me with tender palms
    Tomorrow, you’ll be real, you’ll be there
    My wounds to heal with loving arms

    And you will leave the dreams so immaterial
    Your lips will meet mine – in slow motion
    We’ll take our way, and will be real
    With our hope and love devotion.

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