Right stretched wastelands…

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.

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

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

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