Fragments Inconsequent
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On My Twenty-fourth Birthday
...The summer is fading... what more can I say?
My soul is the gull circling over the brae
The seasons are changing, it's called "alternation"
But my only way is the cold devastation
Abandoned and broken I buried my dream
And really made cross the Supreme Sanhedrim
The world of my present is clouded and pale
And its freezing grief is the end of my tale
Still not for my sake shines the lighthouse afar
For me - just the wind and the weeping guitar
I wander not knowing to where and what for
And on top of everything I'm twenty-four...
On My Twenty-fourth Birthday
© Copyright: Алексей Сарычев Лирика, 2014
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