Thursday, September 9, 2010

At Night Comments

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At night somebody would knock at my window,
A disobedient dream would grind my soul below
Is it you the rain weeping, with the head banging?
The sharer of my grieves, come home, I'm alone.,
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Uktamoy Khaldorova
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