You used to say that the fate is a game.
I never used to pretend again.
You never used to be brave and smart.
I used to like your perfect smile.
You never used to complain o'the world:
All is pointless, especially girls.
You never used to prefer my style.
I love only you but you have died.
Did you use to go out?
Well, I used to be aloud.
Did you use to have a nightmare?
Did you use to love forever?
You need the Sun, but smoke a pipe.
I'm worried, I feel tired.
13 апреля 2020
To Brodsky...
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