Seventy pieces of my broken heart in your hand,
My soul now lives in a dream-land,
So that I could save my sanity,
And be the longest way from your vanity.
What else do you have to say?
After so many silent fiendish days…
You tortured me; so many tears I’ve cried,
I longed for you and you may say I died!
I died to be eventually reborn,
To have no chance to live forlorn,
I’ll live whatever it may cost,
Enjoying this life to the utmost…
© Copyright: Алина Кулинич, 2005
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