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Tomas Venclova

The ruins have oxygen holiday
and time. newest Archimedes
could add to the old law,
that the body, placed in the space,
space is displaced.
Lots in the mirror of gloomy ruins
Palace of the Elector; and, I suppose, Now
prophecies of the river he no longer hears,
than those arrogant days,
when the Elector his otgrohal.
wandering among the ruins, vorosha
Lath zaproshlohodnyuyu. Then - the wind,
like the prodigal son, He returned to the fold
and immediately I got all the letters.


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