Азамат Жумагельдинов

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I looked forward to your eyes Sight that gave me paralyse And i shocked like solid ice Won’t be simple, won’t be nice All the worries I got over I just thought it was game over They’re still coming in my mind I decided — start the fight To fight with all my broken dreams It wasn’t simple that it seems To forget all of my believes Forget all hurt, forget this feels