It is the night,
The blackened street
Surrounded by dim and senseless light
It is all this way will be
And no way out
I’m sorry, mr. Blok,
For this poem being spoiled,
But there’s no lock,
There is a choice of day or night
There is a way:
To go or not - it is your right
The night, the street, drugstore
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