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Melo, It swept across the earth
All limits.
Candle on the table,
A candle burned.

Like a swarm of midges in the summer
Flies on flame,
Flocked flakes from the yard
By the window frame.

Snowstorm molded glass
Circles and arrows.
Candle on the table,
A candle burned.

On the illuminated ceiling
We went to the shadows,
crossed hands, crossed legs,
cross of fate.
I fell two bašmačka
With stukom sex.
And wax tears with nightlight
On the dress Kapal.
And lost in the snowy darkness
The gray-haired and white.
Candle on the table,
A candle burned.
On the muzzle of the candle angle,
And the heat of temptation
billow, like an angel, two wings
crosswise.
Melo entire month of February,
And i work
Candle on the table,
A candle burned.

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