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Gates home. Ну что ж.
look around, Who else do you need,
who is now friends you will go?
gate, buy yourself some dinner

some sweet wine,
Look out the window and think a little:
throughout your one, your fault,
and good. thank. Thank God.

How well, that blame,
how well, you are not bound by any,
how well, that love to death
you no one in the world is not obliged to.

How well, that never in darkness
hand draw thee not accompanied,
how well the world one
walk from the noisy station.

How well, home slowly,
Catch yourself in the words of lack of candor
and suddenly realize, how slow the soul
cares about the new changes.


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