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×åòâåðã, 24 ßíâàðÿ 2008 ã. 18:56 + â öèòàòíèê
1. How could you stand it
when I looked into your eyes?
You cheated, I looked
into your eyes I just imagined.
How could you make out
when I whispered to you?
The wind tore away
the truth of all I felt.
How could you not believe
the words I cried out?
They were bleeding
from my heart.

2. And now it is raining –
a rain of fallen hopes.
In this grey autumn rain
what am I missing?

3. I still feel sad
when I remember those dancing bird.
Do you?
For them ‘twas joy, the delight
of meeting in the skies above the sea.
For you?
So they danced.
They danced a dance in which
there were mixed funerals and weddings
and many other things.
I thought then that
I had nothing like that
and never went that way
and never saw the stars
and never went for my first date
and never buried friends.
Did you?
And suddenly the day came
when I was alone.
Were you?

4. Love dies.
I drag my tired feet
across the desert with neither smell or colour.
The hardest of all deaths
is when you are not loved.
The shortest of all deaths
is when you are.
So long!
I’m leaving you
for a shorter life
and a shorter death.

 

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