Шаг 8, Глава 7
My father died when I was forty
And I couldn't find a way to cry
Not because I didn't love him
Not because he didn't try
I'd cried for every lesser thing
Whiskey, pain, and beauty
But he deserved a better tear
And I was not quite ready
Мой отец умер, когда мне было 40
И я не смог заплакать
Не потому, что я не любил его
Не потому, что он не
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