The deep dark night fell over the city,
When several stars were shining in the sky.
And there was a girl, whom you may pity.
That deep dark night she wanted to cry.
She wanted to cry not ‘cause of sorrow,
Not ‘cause of pain or disaster.
She’d missed the way which she had to follow
And lost her glorious master.
Lost
© Copyright: Ирина Забродина, 2007
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