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In the evening, you walk into the entrance, and sound
steps you yourself
so scary, that your fear
oduševlâet TMU.

If you were to others and bear features
other, and, hiding tremor,
the stairs to go such as you,
you'd already raised the knife.

But here's just you; and when hard
You reached your door,
you slam it - and in the din that
Your treacherous cry.

1970

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