I do not care where you walk
Or who you talk to now.
Compassion has run out of stock,
The milk of love has gotten sour.
I take the kind of consolation
In those las words you said to me.
You sounded bitter, grim, impatient
“I live in Moscow don’t you see!”
Oh, yes, I see. I see all, dear.
For once I knew where I was wrong.
I should’ve never kept you here
But sent you packing all along.
I do not care - to LDV
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