The cruel moon is entering my window,
To see my face with hatered and regret,
And as a sun is turning shine of silver,
So lamp is preting light of empty bed,
I see your face, forever unforgiven,
for only phrase you said to her and me,
I never mixed the words i call you, dear,
Forever mine, forever not with me...
Chitter. изменник
© Copyright: Ольга Ульянова, 2006
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