I'd like to see you,
But you're so far away
In the impossible past.
Alas, we're late -
I'm late for tomorrow,
You're late for yesterday snow.
Too late, sweetheart, too late
And years past stood between us like sentinels,
While years to come
Frighten with the dark side
Of the soul.
Alas...
© Copyright: Никита Бабенко, 2005
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