Nothing remains to remember Of your sensless wasted love. His June is just yout Decebber That speaks of mistake of your love. His Summer is only your Winter, His joy is till now your tear, And feeling becomes only splinter Of that was your pleasure and fear. Just never forget that each splinter May kill part of soul as knife. And don't allow pass cruel winter By full of bright light all your life. | 
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