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Mint City for all
In my huge city - night.
From my sleepy house I walk - away
And people think: wife, daughter, -
But I remember one thing: night.
The July wind sweeps me - the path,
And somewhere music in the window - barely.
Ah, now the wind until dawn - to blow
Through the walls of thin breasts - into the chest.
There is a black poplar, and in the window - light,
And the ringing on the tower, and in the hand - color,
And this step - to no one - after,
And this shadow, but me - not.
Lights - like threads of golden beads,
The taste of a night leaf in the mouth.
Free me from the bonds of the day,
Friends, understand that I - dream of you. 0 reply
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