There'll be days
When I'll stray
I may appear to be
Constantly out of reach
.
.
or what happens if someone hands you a precious gift and disappears - again! - for a few gorram days - not heard, not seen, not a single damned note.

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Не узнает луна,
Как глубока глубина,
Кувшинки молчат.

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