Your nature is two faces* love
She looks unfortunately at us
Her tragic soul is alone
Her voice is wild and so low.
One face is dead,
Another*s young
You don*t feel as sin
What I can*t think about.
Who are you?
Hamlet,don Guan?
Your mother died
And you*er alive.
Remember mother-son
Whose fault?
A 10-old naughty boy
But else unhappy woman.
*Help,help me!*-she cried and cried
And you did that
Without any doubt.
Andaluzian
© Copyright: Евгения Дьячкова 2, 2013
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