Her face resembled your inspiring face.
Her scarf was also regardlessly upthrown.
There was untouched and very gentle trace
Of feelings new to me and quite unknown.
I thought my memory had settled for a while
Without your chaotic misbehavior.
Alas! Again I got into exile
Without a hope to deserve your favior.
The face, that caused a train of hopeless dreams,
Dissolved within the frame of other faces;
Again we do belong to separate teams
Located at the most distant places.
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