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How heavy a dead man among men
Lively and passionate pretend!
But we have to, it is necessary to creep into society,
Hiding career bones clank…
living sleep. The dead man rises from the grave,
And the bank is, and the court is, Senate…
The night whiter, the blacker rage,
And feathers triumphantly creak.
Dead Man all day working on report.
presence ends. And so -
he whispers, wagging ass,
Senator racy anecdote…
already evening. Light rain splashed mud
passers, and home, and other nonsense…
A dead man - to another disgrace
Grating carries a taxi.
In a crowded room, and multi-column
hurry dead. It - an elegant suit.
Give him a supportive smile
The hostess, a fool and a fool-husband.
He was exhausted from the day of bureaucratic boredom,
But the clank bone music zaglushon…
He firmly shaking friendly hands -
alive, he must live sound!
Only in the column meets the eyes
With his girlfriend - she, How is he, dead.
Their conditional secular speeches
Do you hear these words:
"Tired friend, I find it strange in the room ". –
"Tired friend, Cold Grave ". –
"Oh Midnight". - "Yes, but you are not invited
In Waltz NN. She's in love with you…»
