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.:?гры о неразделенном — Then you spoke to me in riddles...

 
 

Then you spoke to me in riddles,
Funny riddles, tricky riddles,
Poked me with words like needles,
Tiny needles, sharpened needles.

“It’s just me” you joked with laughter,
Crispy laughter, soothing laughter,
Could it be just friendly banter,
Harmless banter, my enchanter?

Only smiles and then you’re running,
Fast as lightning, quick as lightning,
Leaving me with lively sighting
Of you running, heart’s heavy sighing.

Will you come tomorrow, dear,
With your cheers and your sneers?
Will you come tomorrow, dear?
To you I’m longing to be near…

03.06.2005
 
 
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