Confession By Alexander Pushkin
...I love you, so I'm getting mad,
let my ado and shame are vainly
And all my foolish thoughts aren't sanely
in feet of yours I bow my head.
It's not my face, it's not my age,
It's time to be just...
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Categories:
embroidery frame, emotions, feelings, hope, how
Form: Lyric