You do not love me, well and good.
Just do not even think my heart
hide under his pillow.
You threw me - I do not cry .
Only at night you fall asleep with the scorched lips.
My heart bright stars - you knew it, breaking it ?
Forgetting me, remember -
a fire in your house happened because of inflamed heart .
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