07.11.1998, 12-53
Our ways crossed again,
But we didn’t notice each other
Where I can find another day?..
Within the tender hearts pouring together...
And this gloomy, gloomy night...
It’ll pass and a shiny day will come...
Because of my Core, darling, since the First Twilight...
The sweet “good-day” you will pronounce...
And then my harshness will turn to meekness...
Whereupon I say
My little, octal variable* ...
* octal variable – восьмеричная переменная
Our ways crossed again
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