Your own gold dust, magical and true, to the pure, pure souls.
Not only do young children have it, but this purity and purity has been diagnosed in other souls, who fly high, in another dimension.
Send your gold dust up there, to see our care and our constant interest, even now.
please, let it remain intact, blooming from the fruits of our tears without being felt.
Last year we clapped his hands in the zeppelin of his soul, we all admired him and had a good time, but this year, silently, the black veil of mourning rages, in our mourning and weeping! ANNA ZANIDAKH.