I am tired to pretend that

All is well on my land.

My heart is aching,

The last hope is breaking.

I am tired to hear the truth.

I loved you, it was forsooth.

I hate to hear the lies,

Try to find a compromise.

Only memories are in my treasury.

Thinking of you is my pleasury.

You were chasing for a fire-bird,

I memorized the words I’ve...

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