Who’s once invented telephone?
I think, I’ll never stay alone,
I’ll never stand on my own
While there’s that damned telephone.
These long night talks without aim,
Don’t let me think of what I am.
I change a lot of masks a day,
But no one hears a word I say.
I may be broken many times
Taken apart by all those lies
But who will play this puzzle game?
And I still stay, I stay the same.
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© Copyright: Анна Четвертова, 2004
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