To all Kremenchuk women, with the hope that SHE can read.
I want to tell you a story, a story only mine that no one knows.
She has gone away. She that was for me more than a wife.
Someone loved her carefree youth moments, someone loved her beauty, but only one, just me, loved, really loved, her soul and the pains of her face, her body changing.
Will come tomorrow, tomorrow when suddenly her eyes, that I cannot forget, find alive in my heart, may be she did not love: I was in love, I am in love.
Some love stories last so long, as one life, more than one life, I had a love lasted three years, and true love was.
Tomorrow she will not come back…

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