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This day was lost. She didn’t appear.
I looked through dirty rainy glass.
There down the window flawed a tear.
as crying lonely song for us.
Tear moved as slowly on the windows,
that I could count up to 10.
You was my black and happy widow.
I were pretending being your man.
The rain stepped onto every creature.
The buses passed them one by one.
Rain sang to me a song like preacher,
until from skies appeared sun.
Then knock on door brought me to senses.
What I had lost returned as dream.
I have more questions than the answers.
First question is – Where has she been?..
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