Larisa Rzhepishevska Poems

I think it doesn't sound strange

If I don't want to be changed
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Different masks some people wear

Pretending to be true.
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When with a tender and warm glance

You look at me my dearest friend
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My love is tender.

Don't want to fight.
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How tender is my love to you,

my dearest, my darling!
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I can smile,

though sometimes it's so hard to do.
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When I was going home

the darkness was around,
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I cry and you hear me laughing,

I am angry and you see me smiling,
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I am in Odessa on the main street

On a pedestal I overtop
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The autumn is coming,
The August is charming,
But the rain often darkens the sky,
And I know, you certainly love me
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