| On a decline of day I see your image in night;
I want achieve attention;
I ask, please, be not silent, I ask only understanding, from;
I ask, forgive and understand everything, that I to you shall tell now;
Probably, you will not understand and will apprehend for fun this hour;
I shall not accept your refusal in insult;
In fact I know these themes already for a long time are beaten;
At this time all is broken, but now not about it;
And in a shower fear to be rejected, from roses a bouquet;
All head is hammered by these ideas;
These words are filled by senses;
Similar, time will not erase my mistakes;
Also I ask understand, that feelings force down so very much.
The rain pours only when you long;
Tell, for what you revenge me?
So much beautiful words not with are simple;
Your silence as the shot, kills me;
It has got stuck deeply in me, inside;
In me and in you, I ask you, simply understand;
That we cannot be simple friends;
And on this way defects are cleaned all.
And why you are ready to give all if only loved;
Probably, silly to believe, that these feelings are truthful;
Two scripts of one destiny;
But in the end nobody solves the end of a way;
Words are simple, I cannot on another;
Tell, how many I should continue this axiom;
I shall leave and irrevocably;
Forgive, if, I have seemed tactless;
I understand, and I shall not regret about losses;
Your photo will be always in my gallery.
The rain pours only when you long;
Tell, for what you revenge me?
So much beautiful words not with are simple;
Your silence as the shot, kills me;
It has got stuck deeply in me, inside;
In me and in you, I ask you, simply understand;
That we cannot be simple friends;
And on this way defects are cleaned all.
And only now there is a chance to begin all all over again;
And sometime you will understand, that could change all, but did not become;
The rage and its surpluses, have absorbed me;
My words gradually lose forces;
I see in your eyes so much kindness;
That the feeling of emptiness vanishes;
But the plot will not turn so;
That two hearts fought in a step;
We will not have all as at cinema;
In fact you have not allowed to shoot it;
The night cover, shows stars;
And somewhere away enamoured pairs build jacks;
But for us to do it too late.  | 
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