No one knows
that Devil tried to take my soul.
I was so weak
For all my nights I couldn't sleep;
It's just because
My Devil was the finest maiden...
Her soothing voice
I can't forget, it's not the choice
Of mine. Why
Do you believe in his gross line?
I love you so...
But you don't wish see me anymore.
Alas, my dear, alas!
Northern birds have left their past.
Don't let me go,
But say everything I want to know;
If love is pain,
I swear to be the slave of rain.
Confession
© Copyright: Кирилл Мозолёв, 2017
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