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London is my burning heart,

London is my pretty dream,

Every day and every night

I am thinking of this theme!


Do you remember the night on the bridge,
The colored lights on the Thames.
And in the blue sky star monogram,
And the London emptiness?

Over London bloomed fog
About not strange eh rose!
All life is a mystery prose
And обычайнейший deception.

And the city where the blossoms fog,
Became forever with his and sweet:
That crying there, leaning against the railing,
Soul descended from the mind.