When I am in Blue Moods
The uselessness of my existence
The age of love is unpredictable
The holiday is followed by the sadness
The slat is set too high, I nod
My friend is on his way
I'd like to be sure
My life is like a jumble, mess
To look for happiness is an eternal game
My hope has quietly died, oh, God
January, 3
Has sameone devoted his poems to you
Let's learn to listen to quiet's song
"My dear friend" - are words in which
I don't present my verse for fame
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