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Легенда о мудрой Фее, которую люди из зависти и алчности заточили в башне, лишив крыльев. Она питалась душами людей приходивших к ней за помощью. Хотя ей не нужны были все души. Ей нужен был лишь тот, кто останется с ней навсегда... |
Start on the chores and sweep till the floor's all clean. Polish and wax, do laundry and mop and shine up. Sweep again and by then it's like 7:15 So I'll read a book, or maybe two or three. I'll add a few new paintings to my gallery. I'll play guitar and knit and cook and basically, Just wonder when will my life begin. Then after lunch, it's puzzles and darts and baking Paper mache, a bit of ballet and chess. Pottery and ventriloquy candle making Then I'll stretch, maybe sketch Take a climb, sow a dress And I'll re-read the books if I have time to spare I'll paint the walls some more, I'm sure there's room somewhere Then I'll brush and brush and brush and brush my hair, And I'll keep wondering, and wondering, and wondering, and wondering when will my life begin Tomorrow night, The lights will appear, Just like they always do on my birthday each year. What is it like out there where they glow? Now that I'm older, mother might just let me go... |
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