Igor Wolfson

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Come back dear winter, sweep the heat away
It's getting darker every day
So make the sun sit really early
So I can have it done my way
...

I shuffle them as a therapy
I do not deal them as a meditation
It makes me forget all the things
For which do I have to be patient
...

You cannot cry, you can't complain
You cannot die, you can't constrain
All things that come to you in life - to stay,
So they just go away...
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I don't need nothing back
I'm here, I always am
I hear your fears, feel your pain
I'm nothing close to friends one gains
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5.

Hi, Mrs. Diary, beware!
I came to write.
And I haven't still found how one expresses feelings on paper,
I can only paint pictures in words.
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I know just where to find my mind
And if it's not in me somewhere, so does it mean it's lost?
Or is it just because even in warmer nights
I turn to talk to Robert Frost
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I wonder, what their last word will be,
That will initiate my self destruction sequence?
And it will ring in my ears for eternity
Before I'm dead, and as I die, right in my illness
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For those who cannot whisper
For those who shout out
For those who are artistic
And just can't do without
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9.

And only death knows what I mean
Here comes the first of days of spring
And in this turmoil where I dim
I can not feel a thing
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'What am I doing? ', 'I have to let it go! '
Those types of thoughts I'm failing to hide from
This one bad feeling I'm trying to say: 'No! '
And just as it arives, you call, and it lets go
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And then, the only thing I'll do,
I'll leave you in my mind.
I can not be your loved one too
Thank you for that, you are so kind
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I never ask too much
Just always do what you feel,
After you thought it through of course...
Is there a person here that's real?
...

You know what? I don't give a damn
I do not laugh, don't cry,
Collecting useless spam
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And like these onion layers it peels off
In fact this way it has been built
And crying is not a matter of
Your own free will
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Come here, rain.
Erase me. Try.
What death is for, if we can't die...?
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'If the room is empty,
Then who is there behind your back? ',
I say and tighten gently
The rope around my neck
...

17.

And even in the dark of days
I'll play and sing and scream and shout
You will not see my old white face
Even when lights aren't out
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19.

There's no one there who he needs
On his long way to hell
Yes, now he's sorry that he fell
And now he bleeds... and bleeds... and bleeds...
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The Best Poem Of Igor Wolfson

Winter

Come back dear winter, sweep the heat away
It's getting darker every day
So make the sun sit really early
So I can have it done my way
And I could make'em all deserve it
And everything will be ok

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