The rain begins
Also washes off all a stain,
But much remains
In our memory.
You have left for ever
To me it is sad
I sit at a window
You in the street stand.
You will not come any more
The love is those.
I have remained one
Life is those!
Soon will begin a rain,
Will wash road
But much remain
In my memory.
Such love
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