Perhaps I Came To You My Dear
There’s flattery in tender voice
You’ll say, why did you come, of course,
The fallen leaves are rustling here
Perhaps I came to you my dear.
You’ll find the anger and go away
You’ll cry I lie and I will pay,
But maybe so long time I wait
for call of yours – for gift of Fate.
I make a sigh, for what my friend
You blame you cannot understand
I learn the ceiling holding shawl
of yours today and you don’t call.
You’ll say, why did you come, of course,
You will rebuke my daring voice
There’s autumn’s mist, perhaps I’m here
to find your tender lips my dear.
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