Love clouds eyes.
Friendship opens them to enjoy with world.
True love is the feeling of love to the friends.
Near friends I hate lover.
So better be my friend!
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Near friends I hate lover,
near lover I foget my friends.
In this moment when I foget my friends
I too foget myself.
And my lover leaves me because!
I am disappeared from his memory.
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So may by the death is love,
when somebody becomes his lover and ...
impossible to recall this people, that dead.
Impossible, because they too much close in me.
As my arm or as my eyes.
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Only one way, to return love and lover -
to return myself!
To try to remember alwayse those
people that love me, my friends.
And never to lose lover!
And never to lose lover!
© Copyright: Эстер Чарная, 2008
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