I have never loved you,
You have never cared,
Where I have found you,
How I have dared.
It’s still a sad story
In the twilight evening -
No death or glory
Or cry for forgiveness.
We will see each other
Only in the sweet dreams,
We will find another
Aim to get a Guinness,
Nobel or an Oscar
Or another title
In the sad old Tosca
Which will be so vital
For us born so crippled
Here to admire
Same well known people
In the same old wire.
crippled
© Copyright: Таня Вервер, 2023
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