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The memory has blocked the road round,
And time has covered everything with shroud,
But all the things that stiffened like a picture,
Should allways stay as an eternal fixture.
Do you remember anything? You needn't...
I see that you could tell me, but you didn't!
And presently I hate what you remember
The wounds passed and smoulder like an ember.
New scars and lots of pain were carried gravely,
Long time and spiteful grief were conquered bravely,
The force of will is difficult for saving,
And changes are inescapable for having.
All in another way.. But something's been remaining..
Although I don't believe in destiny's great saning,
I can't allow myself to miss now such a strange thing
That suddenly we met without any thinking.
I need somewhat forgotten, but I don't know exactly..
You won't be left so simply! And let it seam too wackly!
As if a slender feeling was there left not ended..
As if some little trifle was not then understanded..
I know but I keep silent .. I'm feeling by my skin
That soon I can interpret what this event may mean.
I mustn't ask a question and I should learn myself.
A feeling.. Just a feeling.. without any pelf.
And then I would be able through prism of time to find
The truth. And through your soul to see myself by mind.
You ought to help in slaking intolerable thirst
Of truth, and faith, and fire.. In vain you couldn't burst!