Небо
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A stranger in a mask approached Nysho with a light step and put his arm around her waist, which surprised the shopkeepers and raised their eyebrows. — I can’t argue with that. He smelled of lavender.
Nysho lowered her eyes, embarrassed, and gently pushed the stranger away.
- What are you doing?... People are looking... I... I need to go...
Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
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