To wait you so my memory is dying
So that the day became so endless and so strange
And so to die when someone lovely name is saying
And run to someone's shadow not yours which.
Not to believe even a mirror
To keep in secret from the pillow
The light of loyalty and love
To keep it in the dark and dug.
The fingers can't be even cracked
The breath, and it, in hands to keep
To wait you so you feel in real
The fired wind is on your leaps!..
To wait you so...
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