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In the distant years, when the child was,

Around all surprised, always impressed,

And at night in dreams in the world’s dream I sailed,

And charm of this pleasure just made.

And every year on vacation and at work,

Getting to know people who lied endlessly.,

And was subjected to their attention and” care”,

But it was so unnatural for a youngster.

Years later I met a couple of people,

Who I believed with all my heart and soul,

And were sincere, not fled from problems,

And warmed their love and attention.

One summer I met “reflection”,

What was so similar and was not afraid of superstitions

Breathed her talent with admiration I,

And enjoyed the world without lies and distrust.