Достоевский пишет
и ночь длинна...
Утончают купола
порошение небес
Звуков чудных полон лес...
Meeting was as in prognosis, like two
Years only, embarrassing prevailed,
Knowing occurred mainly.
That the your strolling
I remembered sensitively,
Ocean fringed by shores.
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