rest in vain. Way cool.
wonderful evening. I knock at the gate.
Dolynemu stuku foreign and strict,
You are scattered around Pearl.
high tower, and Dawn stopped.
Red secret entrance lay.
Someone set fire to the dawn of towers,
That he threw up Princess herself?
Each horse on the patterned thread
Red flame throwing to you.
Dome is committed to the azure heights.
Blue windows glow lit.
All chimes humming.
Filled bezzakatny spring outfit.
Do you have waited for the sunset?
Your deep? the gate unlocked?
28 December 1903
