The heart is filled with heavy yearning,
Heart stolen by a mysterious staring...
I want to pray, but I are sinful,
I want to quit all, go her mull.
I cannot be alone with wave -
I hate the truth and lie myself.
In memory, I typed a sad a fate,
Her dark eyes a miracle create.
To calm down, I walking fields
But the heart is burning in the coals
Perhaps the adept I is deaf and tough
Or maybe coal is good enough.
(Вариант моего стиха "Сердце преполнено..."
на английском языке)
The heart is filled...
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