Leave your sad memoirs beyond recall, Let they exist in strange dimension, Between the past and now wall, Try not to give them at attention. Sad memoirs have stole your dawn, As well as stole and your dusk, They sent you go really wrong, Hiding the truth and leaving husk Throw out husk, your dream was fake, You was too stupid and naive. All that you gave is not for take, So let you smile with no grief. With smile or not recall sunset, And bright reflection in the water. Your fate not dry, your fate is wet, Sky will be bright and sun will hotter. | 
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