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In the puddles of October - there will be no more warm days...
Summer has passed and with it, like smoke, hopes...
And the wind tears the last leaf from the book of ashes of words...
Autumn day, with music, calls with itself and asks not to remember summer days...
The sun will look out from the clouds for the last time...
And the rain draws a simple answer in random phrases - a secret meaning...
Autumn takes us with itself...
If October were music - this beat would be it.💖
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Если смотреть без звука, картинка создаёт впечатление и ощущение быстрой, ритмичной и драйвовой музыки. Но, включая звук, эта быстрая картинка воспринимается, как просмотр плёнки с воспоминаниями. Очень здорово ❤❤❤
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