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Retirement to north

Even black on white everything becomes hard
Everything becomes plane like tin
Everything becomes harsh urning into trouble
I'm afraid of every new gesture of you!
It's time to go to north!
 
I was born quiet for your dreams
And I curse me, losing you
Because from childhood I couldn't be on familiar with you ,
I'm December son that was born out of wedlock!
 
Go.. Go, I'll catch you,
I'll say goodbye to fire.
It's so pity that I don't know how
to not be thinking,not be crying about it..
Retirement to north!
 
White on black runs like an oil
And doesn't keep itself in borders of canvas!
My hands are sliding, I cannot control myself.
The third order is sounded «off we go!»
It's time to go to north!
 
I don't want to leave something for future,
I want to do everything now.
I'm ready to retreat from warmth to north,
But why is it sounded like a order?!
 
Go.. Go, I'll catch you,
I'll say goodbye to fire.
It's so pity that I don't know how
to not be thinking,not be crying about it..
Retirement to north!
 
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