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knocking softly. then louder.
then laughs.
And laughter brighter, more desirable, bell,
And my heart beats.

I do not know,
What languishes
my accommodation?

Not himself admit
this bird
At one window!

And what I dream
In my dungeon,
when singing
This bird?

Out of the dungeon
where is calling?

24 December 1907

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All poems of Alexander Blok

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