dialog at a spring morning
"you come to me, my dear, i'm happy to believe"
i hug her shoulders tight and we was sits together
"a spring is coming now, look at this perfect weather"
she took my mouthpiece and smokes my cigarette
"what happening, my dear, why you are come so late?"
she silent looks around and threw a cig in snow
"i just come to see you, it's not your time to go…"
And I am sits alone, at light of graceless sky
I never ask for mercy and i don't asking "why"
it's time come back to life, continues my game
and tears on my face have taste of endless pain…
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