Without me b your dreams fly away…

Without me b your dreams fly away
In bezzhelanno-misty heights,
You vospomni evening gave,
In a quiet tower, child, knock.

I live on the land gear,
Dinner in Maugham Tere.
Income, I will refresh you,
Sweet, nice, you embrace.

I walked in the snow without a refund,
But, cold vortex spinning,
On the dash firing sunset
I inscribed the name, child…

August 1902

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