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(NADP(vivo Recording) of «Sedom Tomorrow»)

Barely in deep dreams to me again
Will begin to resurrect its former, –
Hand ready to really bring
The words, which is not to say…
But I do not let your hand
Write about the dreams he had seen,
Only send the book
Queen songs and spring…
In my soul, like cell, stifling
All of these songs were born.
I loved them. And indifference
let them. And away we go…
nesites! Storm and anxiety
You have been given light wing,
But a little bit soft whim
Otherwise one of you she gave…

23-24. X. 1920

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