Thats been written by a Man Перевод стихотворения В. Тушновой

I run through pages of a tiny volume
With faded cover, cast in gloom.
A Man had written all those poems,
Though I could never guess for whom.

He thought and loved in ways unknown,
And never happened we to meet
But if my cry to those I owe
Then, it was meant FOR ME to read.


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