I'm not fond of looking inside
Till morning had come to the town.
I'm not fond of creeping begind
Or wearing an old student's gawn.
I hate everything with my eyes
And kiss every second with words.
My eyes, being blind, see the lights,
And fingers are dancing with chords.
There's nobody fool but I am.
I am even more than a fool.
I wish I could be any man
To break down every rule.
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© Copyright: Поля Февральская, 2011
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