Моей любимой поэтессе
Верочке Дмитриевой
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Without you I wish a lot.
And this the lot’s about you.
When day begins, there comes a thought -
like you there could be some a few.
But I don't need so much of such.
Dew in the morning needs no other.
In life the worthiest thing is touch.
The more of yours I get I'd rather.
The less I get, the more I sleep.
Without you to wake is failure.
When you are far I only weep.
And day begins to be the greyer.
The greyer day - the deeper's night.
My wishes come to be so poor.
If I was worth to get your sight,
I could be good much more. I’m sure...
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Без тебя...
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