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M. B.

November day, when reserved
from the wind only bare trees,
and all neobnazhennoe trembles,
I slowly delirium along the colonnade
Palace, whose glass celebrate sunset
and pigeons, the flying crowd
filled with cigarette butts in the balance
blind goddess.

old clock
shows the correct time.
water boils, and clouds over the park
do not really know that they take,
and passed by the sun error.

1967

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