There Will Be Day...
The end of murder and the end of guns,
The end of torments where the child last tear
Is made of joy but not of joyless fear;
Where every part will join the single whole
To play its unique and immortal role.
And He’ll be there to begin with love
Whose face’s too sweet for me to understand
Freedom’s a treasure. So far above
There will be playing cloud-and-sunrays band,
And underneath of blue and shining sky
We’ll kiss and smile, and pray, and love, and fly!
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Михаил Васильевич Гуляев 24.01.2025 17:29 Заявить о нарушении