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I wouldn't write to you ever,
But this rain, these grey clouds on the horizon,
Like smelting steel.
And I lost my last umbrella yesterday,
When I'd seen you accidentally on photo.
You looked happy, but tired.
Goodbye, my friend.
I still cling to my meaningless victories,
Listen to stories that uninteresting for me,
And don't ask me to tell for what it's worth.
The neighbors go to dinner,
Their child is laughing loudly, shouting.
Yesterday I remembered you accidentally.
However, stopped in time.
Goodbye, my friend.
I enjoy my insomnia again,
Took myself into constituent parts.
The neighbors watch old films and don't quarrel ever.
Yesterday I realized that this is must be happiness.
Don't promise that you will write me.
I don't promise too.
Goodbye, my friend.
Yesterday I bought a new dress, so soft, green.
In the neighbors room there is smell of camomile tea,
Smell of strawberry jam and love, as always.
Their lights burning in the hall at nights.
I was always afraid to wake up and to be just like them.
Goodbye, my friend,
I certainly don't say goodbye again.