I have experienced their desires,
I stopped loving her dreams;
I stayed one suffering,
Fruits heart cavities.
Under the fierce storms of fate
Faded blossoming my crown -
I live sad, lonely,
And wait: Do my end will come?
So, late coldness of the affected,
As winter storms can be heard whistling,
One - on bare branch
Sheet flutters belated!..
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