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mysterious mismeetings
deserted celebrations,
untold speech,
silent words.
Neskreschennye views
Do not know, where they lie.
And only tears are pleased,
What can be a long time to flow.
Rosehip suburbs,
Alas! when something here ...
And all this love
immortal call.
1956

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