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Виолетта Иванова Овчаренко
I feel your heart from even distance,
Your breath somewhere faraway,
And I thanks God for our instance,
Just pity that you do not stay...
I hope that sometimes before sleeping,
You think of me and softly smile,
Believe this memory safekeeping,
And nothing means your last "goodbye".
I will be pray that you'll be happy,
Without me,without us,
I feel your heart from even distance,
You gave my soul the biggest plus...