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Глаз умирающий
По кругу плыл и плыл,
Ища чего-то
Спальню обводил;
Потом подернулся туманом
И запал,
Не показав, какое благо
Увидал.
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I've seen a dying eye
Run round and round a room
In search of something, as it seemed,
Then cloudier become ;
And then, obscure with fog,
And then be soldered down,
Without disclosing what it be,
'T were blessed to have seen.