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Crying for those who had gone,

Crying for myself who had gone,

Could I ever come back to that place,

Where I believed in a miracle?

Nothern wind became usuall.

I buried my children’s joy

I am not calling for any more.

I couldn’t teach you how to fly. Any more.

I couldn’t teach you what is love.

I know only the coldness of dying.

Январь, 2020