I’m walking alone the shore,
I’m looking into the sky.
I’m asking myself: “Why for?
Why have you deserted, why?”
Then you was a lovely bard,
Which composed a grievous song.
And now you have broke my heart.
But I knew it all along.
I knew what you lied to me,
But wanted believe and try.
I knew what all so will be…
Why am I hearing me cry?
Why For?
© Copyright: Юлия Дмитриевна Яворская, 2008
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