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That was, I do not remember what, Monday,
Unwittingly opened a swing door.
I saw it, what could every day, and
Then I saw - I do not see now.
Who saw, from the same threshold,
I first ask, based on our days:
"You will love, do not believe in either the hell in God,
Nadya and never regret. "
Bouquet before a broom, you only need time
Allow only to please the nose of Ali eye.
He is for someone who wants to become the
For a while, again, similar to us.
Premature colors crossed each other.
Bouquets, I do not care for you and forever.
Knee so perfectly like a circle,
Not closed loyalty and honor.
And these, accept and say for someone
Words for another, I am ready for you.
Once it is written, breathes only for poems -
I live, I'm confident, for jokes.
Do not regret. After all, it is honorable
Once work is gold, but gold rod.
Since my life is my someone, sometime will read
I'm without doubt they smile.
And let your native you do not believe in God,
But you love hoping - welcome.
So it will be sure - God's thresholds
You and the Most High, inlet, forgive.
And your pity will not replace your hope.
Love me, as if seen first:
That was, I do not remember what, Monday,
When the swollen door was opened.
