This is my curse, my darling friend-
I never mind about the end,
About great problems of my days.
What can I really call the grace?
Your force is over all my rights,
Magnificent dreams in terrific nights.
You took my heart for any need-
Can I commit my deadly deed?
The whomping willow is my flat-
The one I know you'll not forget.
Adress, zip-code and trolleybus,
Which usually connected us.
My anti-social interest
Is heavier then your "асбест".
I'm off by now and far away-
Shut up with all you had to say.
Your love is my official plague
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