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Again August

August races along the street on a fast horse. He wants to catch up to red-haired Autumn. But she is already in a distant kingdom and does not miss him at all. The true knight of another's bride, He smells of apples and flowers, and accompanied with a guitar, sings a sad song somewhere in a forest .

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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