It doesn`t matter to be pretty,
It doesn`t matter, anyway.
And you may say "It is so pitty",
And I can say you "Go away".
My last edition of forsaken
In better choise of someone`s strict,
Your love like word unspoken,
Unsingen song so reindickt.
Repair my hardless fickle love,
Save from myself, from chains` locks
And be in my dreams, safe in save,
And try to understand this talks...
Chariry
© Copyright: Полина Леншер, 2008
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