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Мстиславу Ростроповичу

Она - как живая, и даже - живей.

Никто не сравнится по голосу с ней.

Ей третье столетье - не дашь никогда.

Изгиб дивных бёдер пленит как всегда.


Есть друг у неё, свято преданный ей.

Он сердце ей отдал навек с юных дней.

И вместе по жизни шагают они:

единое сердце их тайны хранит.


Он плачет- с ним вместе рыдает она.

Она - и невеста, она - и жена.

И в горе, и в радости - чаша одна,

и вместе её выпивают до дна.


Он нежно обнимет её и до слёз

растрогают нас они песнею грёз.

Она - как живая, и даже - живей.

Никто не сравнится по голосу с ней.

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27 мар. 1997 г.

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