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Sep 2016
I'm a little bit strange.
When I see in the crowd
A person of the old age
I imagine them child's.

I imagine them young
And always the same picture:
How runs and sings a song
The smiling creature.

I see their first love,
How they hold the faithful hand.
I see how with time
Their fire faded away.

The child runs
So much more to go,
How short this life is
Doesn't know.

Why, why, why.
That happy expression
On the face of a child
Is now full of depression.?

Slow down, time!
Let me stay young
Who's up in the sky
I beg,  let it slow down!

As the song sounds :
Let us live forever
Or let us die young.
Antonina Dutchak
Written by
Antonina Dutchak  Ivano-Frankivsk
(Ivano-Frankivsk)   
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