Summer comes to the end
People hurry to work
I feel your tender hand
But really have to talk
Simple things could be perfect
If you shared time with me
But this improbable fact
Makes happiness to be
We live in a future way
We have common past and memory
And what do I have to say?
I want you forever in general
In spite of the fact it is autumn
And everything goes to die
On your skin I steel see a water
I am happy and need to cry!
Summer comes
© Copyright: Альбина Фатыхова, 2007
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