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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 heart And 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 mist And 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 rot And only pain I've got, But chosen one I've found not...