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Upon us, as the star of the sea,
When looking for a ray of nine deaths shaft,
You called her trouble and grief,
A joy never called.

The day before we swallow circled,
Smile bloomed on his lips,
And icy hand at night choking
both time. In different cities.

And did not heeding thanksgiving,
Perezabyv all past sins,
Sleepless fast ice headboards,
Muttering damned verses.
23-25 July 1963

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