Даша Пузанова - место жительства и мобильный номер

жизнь как она есть

Call her moonchild Dancing in the shallows of a river Lovely moonchild Dreaming in the shadow Of the willow. Talking to the trees of the Cobweb strange Sleeping on the steps of a fountain Waving silver wands to the Night-birds song Waiting for the sun on the mountain. Shes a moonchild Gathering the flowers in a garden. Lovely moonchild Drifting on the echoes of the hours. Sailing on the wind In a milk white gown Dropping circle stones on a sun dial Playing hide and seek With the ghosts of dawn Waiting for a smile from a sun child. King Crimson

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