My fairy dream has got a truth.
The man who really I have been,
Forgotten, and a moment seems
Was imaged in gray regret.
Who was a man whom I forget?
Just sorrow, He has knew not much.
He wasted lot of time to dust.
His way had no a forecast,
Was full of dreams and stupid bets.
So welcome, grumbler, to new life!
Do not try cry or be so fair.
New time for robots full of lie,
They have new jackets, trusted look,
Without soul and chance be schnook...
Remembering myself...
© Copyright: Антон Девицын, 2014
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