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And this year everything in my head is going to hurt
Autumn, you look like my sadness
Snow-white Spain you are my dream
What are you looking at, this is my place
Everything that sits in my gut is here
My son and I cook peach jam, where my son separates the peach halves
Refraction of colored fragments of time
The clock on the wall shows the time
Space is all we have and will be for a long time
The time of blooming light flowers
You can manage a dream, but you can value time
Det Moroz keeps up with the times