Night - as the night, and the street is deserted…


Night - as the night, and the street is deserted.
As always!
For whom you were innocent
I gorda?

Drops of soaking darkness falling.
I myself
I am going to throw a challenge
heaven.

Everything, All the world knows:
There is no happiness.
And once again in the hands squeeze
Pistol!

And once again, laughing and crying,
re-live!
Day, like a day; the problem is solved because:
Everyone will die.

4 November 1908

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