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I was staring at the turnout of pigeons, the canopy was falling
and my eyes fell on my eyelids. The
heavens once
caught me on the head and left the light in a
layer in my hair.
I walked along the roads of Russia and
restrained and I repeated poems of the great poets
and whispered back to me
something gentle in the clearings in the
wind in the temples. forests
absolved me of my sins
where
rc always wore
where songs were composed mute
for I’m lazy
Russia
and
doctors and
I find
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I looked like in a
mirror
[music] Vrublevsky the great
Pechenegs crafty cut you saddles
in the navi city of honey from and saw tart
scandals in the Urals, Rome, bells
from discoveries to the minds, I became stone idols
from the discovery, gestural softer than grass and
my harmonies, approach
other bushes and
those who rejected were right, alas,
where the heart always wore it,
where songs were composed, where
pollini
twists me, the
doctor inside
cannot be found
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I only looked to bring forward and not under my
feet
was it worth the grass and the earth and took
all the worries and ate and mistakes and the floor of the TV
through my heart as
illnesses passed
if I bow without quiet humility
and love and contempt I give did not run away
like it is not eternal and beautiful
and
I will sing sorrowfully I have always never even breathed
where you are
always violence
where the songs were composed
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it hurts I ca
n’t find a more beautiful league
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