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On the midnight sky angel flew
And he sang a quiet song;
And last month, and the stars, and the cloud crowd
We listened to that song a saint.

He sang of the bliss of sinless spirits
Under kuschami paradise gardens;
Of God the great he sang, and thanks
His hypocrisy was.

He's young soul in the arms carried
For the world of sorrow and tears,
And the sound of his songs in the shower young
I left - without words, but alive.

For a long time it languished in the world,
Desire wondrous;
And the sounds of the heavens can not be replaced
She boring songs of the earth.

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  1. Какое чудо стихотворения, живущие теперь в вечности.

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