Stars tell me I might have been loved,
That's really strange, I can't believe it.
Exciting, though painful thought:
I am within, I feel it vivid.
It's all the same, my old mistake,
It's all the same unhappy pattern.
Where is that fairytale keystone,
With secret how to be detach'd?
No easy, shiny happy-end,
Yet, just a dream: some time in future
To enter cold and rocklike heart,
To persuade for confirmation.
Stars tell me I might have been loved
© Copyright: Валерия Ливина, 2007
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