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feet on the stairs dragging sad body,
on the roof of the house, where you are with friends often ran,
chasing pigeons, fed them - a happy childhood,
you are my mother was the only fellow.

apathy and depression ate your mind,
feet do not listen to you, as you do not try.
leaves swirling with debris in a mad dance,
heard dogs barking - the transfer of information.

I resigned to the idea that you were born
to do good, and in return - nothing
but what a pity sunk all ships
those that lead us to a happy childhood home.

it is not a beautiful suicide by the sea,
Here asphalt river Man shackled,
then parents, overflowing with grief,
he was able to fly, but he would never know.