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A Usual Story

The sounds of the city stopped and the night is making crazy,
It is covering the houses and boulevards with the black silk.
Only she is not sleeping now in the huge world,
The echo of his words is flying in an empty flat.
 
Like a black bird is flying..
 
A usual story: ""good-bye", "bye", "till soon"
But the heart will understand everything, he will not come any more.
A usual story: ""good-bye", "bye", "till soon"
But there is not an evil in the heart, it is like this.
 
There is a smile of good-bye in his strange eyes.
Their meeting was a mistake, a mistake for both.
A short way of love will echo with the pain,
Maybe sometime he will come back again.
 
Only the night is whispering: “forget”.
 
A usual story: ""good-bye", "bye", "till soon"
But the heart will understand everything, he will not come any more.
A usual story: ""good-bye", "bye", "till soon"
But there is not an evil in the heart, it is like this.
 
It was something somewhere
But the sense is not in it,
Let him remember it
But you forget.
 
A usual story: ""good-bye", "bye", "till soon"
But the heart will understand everything, he will not come any more.
A usual story: good-bye, bye, till soon
But there is not an evil in the heart, it is like this.
 
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