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There is a pain inside my eyes,
And emptiness inside my heart.
I am not fine, I am not nice
The sorrow haunts me.
And the rut
To seek oblivion in a dream,
To lie myself, to wait for love,
Your look is similar to
gleam,
It's never light up,
And your crown
Is coldness, indifference.
How
Can I forget your smile, your lips?
I'm always lone with you and now
My mind is burnt, my soul weeps.
Samara
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© Copyright: Нинель Сирык, 2009
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