Our meeting was – in the twilight of the conversation
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Flakes of snow outside the windows, song snowstorm…
We get away from the children did not want to,
Instead of a fairy tale is not coveted delirium…
If you can – understand!
We loved you – how could, as they could;
The whole garden would have in our souls blossom,
We would have seen for himself paradise!..
But, scared winter night,
We get away from the children did not dare…
If you can – sorry!