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Frying winter fog -
Firmament covered in blood.
I go to other countries
Taynodeystvennoy love.

You - in a dream. my arms
Do not I give you in the night.
I - the queen star ratey,
Do not you - my rays.

You deceived the unknown:
For sacred dreams
Unable to incorporeal
Open their features.

Delve more dispassionately
In the twilight of his spirit:
You will understand, I am beautiful
Ghosts of your.

3 December 1902

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