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I collect our meetings, our days as on a thread, is so long
I try to forget, but new attempt pricks a needle
I place all dreams in places -
More strong nerves, there is less than belief day after day, yes burn it with fire,
Only think of all about it and about it, about it and about it...

I to it will rise in the sky,
I behind it will fall in a precipice,
I behind it, - excuse, pride,
I behind it one, I to it to one
I understand that for the sake of appearances I smile to friends it is not simple
I would put an end, but again a comma it is serious
I scatter from melancholy on pieces,
On splinters - all uselessly day after day, yes burn it with fire,
Only think of all about it and about it, about it and about it...