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93 / 0 / 3 годаThe stars blink in the sky,
Night, night, night.
The lights in my overt windows
Were bright, bright, bright.
The helpmate from the past
Lied, lied, lied,
My name in a trembling voice
Cried, cried, cried.
His whisper hot and soft
Called, called, called,
He left me in some months
Cold, cold, cold.
I lost my tiny hope
And trust, trust, trust
For people coming up
For lust, lust, lust.
They say that time can heal us,
Yes, yes, yes.
Days' and months' and years'
Process, process, process.
I draw my window drapes
Tight, tight, tight
From envy, lie and evil
I hide, hide, hide
A piece of sparkling happiness
Behind, behind, behind.
