September (BG) This night the sky will not become lighter We have September, morning need to wait till morning. He drinks, but hardly he has more mirth But he doesn't want mirth, he wants wine, In order to else just a little set
aside the word "time" September – holiday, which is always with you September sweet as cigarette smoke Each has his own method, and I know your: Another's breath on someone's shoulder, When it was yours. Be one, if you want to be young... One! All down, today we'll be celebrate the night September sweet. To celebrate the
night without end White table, black tea, a purple wine I knew him who knew her, But I don't remember his face To celebrate the
night without end...
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