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Данил Прокофьев
I wish you were near,
when  I'm cold here,
when the April showers
will bring forth May flowers.
I wish you were near.

I'm sorry, my dear.
When distance appeared,
I were lost in slumber,
didn't dial your number.
I'm sorry, my dear!

I turned a deaf ear
to your treats and fears.
So now, you are strange,
your embrace has changed.
I turned a deaf ear.

I'll go to the sea,
I wish you were near!

21.03.2015