Sorry, my darling,
I can't now be near.
My soul is dying,
When I'm the leaver.
It hearts very hard,
When you say it like this.
I am a bastard,
But I miss your kiss.
I'm sorry, my dear,
For the words, that were said,
Cause I want to go
And with you watch the sunset.
You are my angel,
But now I am dying,
I know, sounds strange,
Please...
Keep flying...
I m sorry...
© Copyright: Андрей Варлахин, 2019
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