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Магия

It is but magic, foulest sort,And for this world I have retort -My run is not like endless sport,In love and peace I want resort ! I've seen them all, I've met a lot,But chosen one I've found not.I've grown strong, earn more money...I'm still alone ... is that but funny ?! I want to love, enough of tortures,Enough of endless, useless searches !Enough of pain for the heartAnd throw away that fucked regard ! Enough of quirks, my buggy mind,The one I want I'll never find !Her image died so long ago...I cannot find her in the Row ! They are all busy, or have man,This but repeats for now and then,They disappeared all in mistAnd left me with my tears to feast. I've talked them all, I've seen a lot,I've left my hopes for now to rotAnd only pain I've got,But chosen one I've found not...