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… потом уже молча

       из песни А. Градского 

       на стихотворения Е. Евтушенко


А. Б. Градскому…  (72 + 1)

Слёзы падают в траву.

Никогда я не совру.

Даже если я уеду,

зажурчит ручей во рву.


Не смогу жить без любви.

Сбереги и собери.

Не беги за мной по следу,

все ромашки оборви.


Наколдуй обычный сон.

Пусть не вещим будет он.

Пусть залает пёс, проснувшись,

застучит пусть камертон.


И гитарная струна

лопнет. Рвутся стремена.

Пёс уснёт вновь, отряхнувшись.

Больно? Значит боль верна.


Утро ночи мудреней.

Правда, череду огней

будет жаль совсем немного.

Полно. Тороплю коней.


Полно, Боже, плакать нам.

Не струна и не луна,

и, похоже не дорога…

Впрочем,.. ты во всём вольна.

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