Your breath and youth have been stolen,
And with them the world has been robbed of laughter,
All that we have been given in return is the shivering madness of hysteria,
And the hollow cries of the naked creatures that walk like men and pace in the bushes.
We tied you some flowers and hung them in the rose garden.
They were beautiful, much like you.
Полагайте, что я люблю Вас.
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