And there you were.
How could I dare
To think you have just passed away,
To see your coffin down to lay
And let them all just stand and stare
And place a wreath when you're not there -
Where anymore you cannot stay.
So there was you
With all your mercies,
With all you warmth I used to feel.
It's all the same to me - I will
Be always sad and in my verses
You'll never see the pain of losses
But only roses on the hill...
1993
And there you were...
© Copyright: Максим Лобов, 2019
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