Vladimir Bass Poems

I stand once more on lonesome ground.
I've searched the world but have not found my all.
You are the one I long to find,
A vision from the depth of mind
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Its really hard to act surprised when everything is clear.
It always was and never will, though I still hold you dear

You are my Mona and Monroe my smile and mystique
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As the years roll on by
while clouds paint pictures cross the sky
One moment hides its lucid face
behind a speechless pious grace
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