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Written by Lyudmila Romanova (NOT Sergey Yesenin)
stihi.ru Oh, how many times it is generous, then lazy
autumn showered copper under the windows,
your face is covered in fog,
you can't see through the haze anymore…
And how many winters, with snow-white grain,
The snow was falling, and the rowan trees were ringing softly,
My love for you is like an inevitability
it burst like a pure wave from the depths…
There are a lot of hands and eyes back there,
but only one face is more expensive,
we only love once in this life,
and then we look for similar ones…