Not yet reigns river,
But blue ice she's drowning;
Still do not melt the clouds
But snow cup sun dopit.
Pritvorennuyu through the door
You rustle disquieted heart.
Still do not love you, but believe:
Do not fall in love no longer can.
(I. Ann)
Emile Pierre Metzmacher artist and his fans
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