Morning, sunshine, coffee, honey ...
But to me your eyes,
They are cold and transparent as ice
And look at me equally!
With sadness and pain in my soul,
I look at you!
And with tears, I pray thee:
"Forget me, my dear friend,
Forget that it was between us!
But remember, only one,
As for me, will remain a favorite! "
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© Copyright: Мишаня Матвеев, 2012
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