I will grow out reaching you..., by Konstantin Yakovlev I will grow out reaching you /
As grass that wedges through the ground, /
As bud that tends to be a bloom /
In longing wish to get aroused.
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I will return as grass in spring..., by Natasha Gotskaya I will return as grass in spring, /
I'll try to reach you, germinating, /
As buds reach forward to the green /
When they are waiting to awaken.
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