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Then, to empty razgovortsem
to dispel anguish and trouble,
I have a strange life of a poet
well in the world am.
Then, to cry for a farewell
face occurred in the window,
To think with a smile sad,
that fall, may be, to me,
in the beginning of the earth
Movement - the dream of the creator -
the same clear word
put at a short end.

1962

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