Star
I like repeat the name of one of them,
It’s not my feel of love about her –
It is because it’s dark with someone else.
And if my soul sometimes starts burning,
She is the one I’ll come and came before,
It’s not because she makes the World much brighter –
I just can’t see the Sun without her.
сразу предупреждаю это не мое стихотворение а лишь жалкое подобие перевода И.Анненского :-))))))
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