I always was with you,
but all considered, that I one,
Appeared, that you so thought too,
and now ours love is gone.
I don't want to come back home,
To me there it's very sad,
But I'm not alone,
Someone speaks, that I mad,
But for what to me this world,
when everywhere a cold.
I m not alone
© Copyright: Леонид Буряк, 2015
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