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А. Д. О.
It feels like kissing through a glass
When you pass by, not looking at me.
The hours pass, I love you less,
And I can hear: my heart’s not singing
Any more.
It did before!
What have you done?
Where could my happiness have gone?
I lived for you, I’d die for you…
Pass by again, look what I’ll do!
It feels like talking to a wall,
Something unreal, something so useless.
I can’t do anything at all,
All I can do is just accept this.
I cannot sleep, I feel so deep
Inside of night.
Pass by once more,
Pass by!
23.11.01
It feels like kissing through a glass...
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