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Как странно ты себя изобразила -
Холодная улыбка и печальный блеск в глазах.
Свою судьбу сама ты изменила
Уйдя, ни слова на прощанье не сказав.

И эту неоцененную смелость,
И вопрошание немое на губах
Ты не запомнишь, как и многое другое -
Все это – только строчки на листах…

07/05/2003

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