Я покохала надто пізно...
Я знаю ти кохав, А я з тобою грала Пробач мене,благаю За те,що не кохала. Я знаю,як тобі боліло. Повір,бо зараз і мені болить. Коли казав мені кохаю Сміялась з тебе і твоїх слів. Навіть,коли знайшов ти іншу, Мені знову було смішно. Сміятися,я лиш перестала, Коли тебе я покохала. А ти сказав мені одне, І я кохаю,от тільки не тебе.
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