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Right stretched wastelands,
Since ancient, how the world, strip dawn.

Left, as the gallows, lights.
Time, two, three…

And above all else galochy cry
And half dead face months
Absolutely nowhere appeared.

Это – Life is not one and the wrong,
Это – when the Golden Age,

Это – When you finish the fight,
Это – when I meet you.
29 April 1944

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