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my candle, casting a dim light,
in your new world will light off-road.
And my shadow, overlapping footprint,
there, behind the back, He goes into the kingdom of God.
And where would neither lay down your way: in forests, between clouds -
everywhere you live fire hail.
The further you go - the farther the beam,
the further the beam penetrates and your shadow!
Let far, even if not visible,
Let changing - spite verses, signs,
but thou shalt be always illuminated
albeit weak, but the unique light.
Let the flame goes out! Let deadly sleep
fire prefers desolation.
But the new world will be shocked by your
face in darkness and in the shadow of radiant.

1965

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