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to English readers
The sheer impossibility,
Of my ever searching,
Has brought me,
To the temple of hard times.
The objective reality,
Sinks in rude awaking,
Having worked as a bee,
My face has taken lines.
No one seeks for my welfare,
And I feel my feet here,
I say the truth without fear,
No death waits for an exhausted mare.
My face has taken lines...
© Copyright: Ник Гаранин, 2006
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