Like ice...
Why? My heart cannot more love.
I go mournful along the street,
Who name is The Worlds Dove…
If I love her, then she doesn’t like me
And I shout to life: “No dice!”
We have only two ways, not three,
And my heart calmly beat, like ice…
12.02.2009г.
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