When I live to live no more,
When I love to love no more,
When my nightingale refuses to sit
in Your Garden of Agony and Ecstacy,
When the first raindrops fall on Your blushing
rose-petals
And Your moist eyelashes glisten in the first light
of the dawn
Remember the boy who once used to strum his balalaika
for You…
1 comment:
Aww...c'mon now don't sound so depressed.Everything'll be fine don't worry :)
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