You know, I've never been as happy as I was that morning, We were walking along the beach a little like this one, It was a rare kind of autumn day that you only find in North America, Over there they call it "Indian summer", What it was just our summer, And I can see you now in your long dress, Looking like a beautiful water-colour, And I can remember what I told you that morning, A year ago, A thousand years ago, , , Think of me, when this is just a memory, , Will you still belove in me, When the summer is gone?, All my life the taste of you will fill my life, Even when the summer is gone..., , , Today I'm far away of not-autumn morning, But it's almost as if I was there., I'm thinking of you. Where are you? What are you doing?, Do I still exist for you? I'm like a wave drawn by the moon, Slipping back on the sand, remembering high tides, Remembering the happiness in the sun shining over the sea, A thousand years ago, Or was it just last year?, , , Think of me, when this is just a memory, , Will you still belove in me, When the summer is gone?, All my life the taste of you will fill my life, Even when the summer is gone

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Истиная любовь никогда не проходит гладко.(В.Шекспир),Радостные сердца бьются дольше.(В.Шекспир)