Jun 3, 2009, 9:15 PM

В завед...

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В заведението

                    е тихо

                          и

           кротко,

                     нежната

                       музика ни

                                напомня

                                        за отминали

                                              дни.

                                     Ти

                                         и

                                          Той,

                                            бяхте

                                                 на

                                                    съседната

                                                              маса,

                                                                   целувките

                                                                             ви

                                                                                     се

                                                                                 отразяваха

                                                                         в мислите

                                                                                 и

                                                                                    спомените ми припомняха

                                                                                    за изгубени

                                                                                              мечти,

                                                                                                   станете,

                                                                                                          танцувайте,

                                                                                                 обичайте се,

                                                                      a ти

                                                                           я

                                                                               погледна и

                                                                                                     излъга

                                                                                           за пореден

                                                                                                           път,

                                                                                   не се

                                                                                          попита

                                                                                                 какво е

                                                                                                        в сърцето ù,

                                                                                          защо не погледна

                                                                                                         в очите ù, които

                                                                                                                    желаеха

                                                                                                   само

                                                                                                             обич,

                                                                                                             топлина,

                                                                                                                      нежност

                                                                                                                        в тихата

                                                                                                                               вечер,

                                                                                          тя

                                                                                             повярва

                                                                                                      на лъжите ти

                                                                                                                     и

                                                                                                                         ще те приеме

                                                                                                          при себе

                                                                                                                    си,

                                                                                                                            което ти

                                                                                                                      не

                                                                                                            заслужи,

                                                                                                     защото

                                                                                                           в

                                                                                                             очите ти

                                                                                                                има

                                                                                                                    само

                                                                                                                            лъжа.

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