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Sometimes I look at the sunset, remembering something that has passed,
That will never return in this long-crazy world,
In the past there were doubts, love, everything was there, but it remained there,
I took only a little with me: faith, my feelings and fatigue.
Only a little from life, only what is always unchanged with me,
Only my thoughts, only what I will gradually forget later.
In the evenings I like to remember, as if I am leafing through a book from life,
I wanted so much to go back, but, alas, it will not work - I know.
I look and look at the sunset, the colors of feelings disturb
us again, We are not given to go back, and, perhaps, it is hardly worth it.
Everything is different there, not what was once left in the past,
What was, has long since passed, will not return from the past twice.
We will only remember sometimes, gradually forgetting it,
And try to return again to the world, which is alone in the universe.
Everything has passed, only memory alone sometimes excites us cruelly.
Everything is gone, it won't come back, it's so hopelessly far away...
© Copyright: Irina Rasshivalova
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