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Now over the city the clouds of sleep
Crawl.
It dawns. And the night at the shores of these days 's
Light.
We needn’t to know what is someone way’s
Goal.
I beg you forgive me, don’t keep hurts in your
Mind.
I also forgive you. The sadness has just
Left.
The destiny’s gentle to us. We belong
Here.
The spirited time will be twined of a yarn
That
We spin ourselves, one by one, sans an old
Fear.
But whether the Fate isn’t mythical doom’s
Work,
And isn’t a gift from unknown to me
Kings,
I’d greatly prefer silent rash of my lines’
Talk
To be a good angel for all your predawn
Dreams.
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© Copyright: Екатерина Камаева, 2017
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