Swansong! Black raven’s flight.
This lake behind, the night she died.
I only know – she is moonlight,
She always was my tears, my cry.
I walk through fate, I’m alone
My pain is strong, but it’s my own
My path is lost, it was so long
Who tell me why sometimes it’s wrong?
My dying swan
© Copyright: Дмитрий Дегтярев, 2007
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