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He always dreamt to have white wife.
His face was black as he had been.
It happens only once in life.
To marry girl. That's what I mean.
He wanted to kiss her white face,
To touch her hand which could be white.
His hands were black as his boot lace,
And all his thoughts were black as night.
He walked alone as now he walks.
He noticed then white coat and gloves.
He never ever had such shocks.
He dreamt of white but black he loves.
Her hands were warm and she was good.
But dreams have ruined all at once.
Since then he is in nasty mood.
To marry white there is no chance...
*
Black thoughts
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Спасибо, Лена!
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