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On open spaces of darkness, being frightened of light |
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The lonely figure goes, faltering and falling |
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Tearing off legs in blood and only one wishing |
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To find rest, to go to the distant seas |
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The dry lips which were found out thousand of kisses |
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Silently say words - bitterness, a pain, a wild cry |
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The flight of black ravens will cover a tired body |
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Having pecked up without the rest the broken soul |
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Why you left from me, in these dreams? |
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You were here and have turned back a shadow |
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Having broken all desires, having destroyed all hopes |
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You have gone to emptiness through the dark river |
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Burning hands you break off me on a part |
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Tender words you heat my soul |
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On ruins of our love we shall erect a symbol |
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Sad tree, the lonely guard |
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One tear having spinkled dead ground |
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Young, green leaves it will blossom again |
