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Pure Treasure

Исполнитель: Macbeth

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I've found the rarest thing in the world A strange fascinating light It doesn't shine But it perfumes like a flower Growing everywhere and somewhere Pure treasure Like a pearl of dew Innocent diadem Of a divine crown Its name is the name of a wind With an enchanted breath The flap of an angel's wings A flower growing everywhere and somewhere

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