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В чужд свят аз живях

После стольких лет…

В чужд свят аз живях,
върнах се назад,
но изгнаник бях
вече ме следят.

Как те чаках аз
дълго — ден след ден,
ти — далеч макар —
беше все до мен.

В чуждата страна
цял живот живях.
Кой ме разори,
тъй и не разбрах.

А животът мой
сладък беше звън.
Чаках само теб,
виждах те насън.

Смърт в дома дойде,
всичко тя разбра.
И с един замах
двама ни събра.

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