The rye around was agitated… and rustling stalks
Drowned out the sound of their words delightful…
night descended, and reflections of distant lightning
They lit a fire from beneath dark lashes…
And the night breeze ran among rye,
According to the ears of high grass and boundaries…
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And on the heights of heaven, of misty mountain
He rolled and stopped thundering blow…
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And no one heard, as, night before a storm,
There was a kiss…
And with The Flaming Lips
Nezabvennoe letter landed…
29 January 1898
