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There are also doors and windows in the walls,
eyes and ears - just listen.
And behind the squares are rhombuses.
Paleograms are white behind them,
Trapezoids, curves, broken and bombs.
Which the world does not see, and this is not the play of actors
He forgets how often children cry.
And the walls see all that and tearfully cry
Because no one will pity and forgive them.