She thought I love thee, let it be,
I am the one thou art can see.
I pretend not, my words are straight,
Thus I wish thee to have my faith.
The life seems funny as it is,
I went my way to find the bliss,
But all collaps'd to be the past,
I thought so naive, it would last.
I love not thee, thou may believe!
What my black heart can yet achieve?
What on the Earth can make it beat,
If darkness merely I meet?
I went to my dream, she could know,
And I'm forever on the flow:
One star gets dim, another's shine
Will keep my heart to feel that fine.
I walk along this painful path,
Whatever, death all lifes yet hath,
Whatever, I will fall again,
Whatever, let it, let it rain!
@ 2008-05-22 00:07
She thought I love thee, let it be...
© Copyright: Евгений Масленников, 2009
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