Poor child, I know, you can't be happy.
But for a second, if I could,
I'd touch you just to make forget
The gloomy thoughts you're drown at.
To see your eyes, their clear water
And feel the hope that's shining through.
Just own this moment, once with you,
Before I leave, before I alter,
Before I love somebody else...
Poor Child
© Copyright: Мейлинг Ирина, 2011
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