Ты снимаешь вечернее платье, стоя лицом к стене, и я вижу свежие шрамы на гладкой как бархат спине. И мне хоется плакать от боли или забыться во сне. Где твои крылья, которые нравились мне... (Из песни В. Бутусова "Крылья")
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