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Виктор Ольберш
Bulky smell gives slack
But there is no turning back.
Rain mixes stones with mud
Everything will clear the flood

On a sunny day, as always, sick
On the cheek food, kitten lick
The rays and the name to play you
Laugh and whisper, waiting for you new

Drops of sleep fall on my eyes
The sounds of the river, I feel nice
Tree leaves rustle, faces glisten
And this tale. You want to listen

Chained scared.Slowly,I touch
My tears say: "I love you very much"
Swung in the colors of the shrine
And on the bed grapes, boil wine

You are the needle of eternal sleep
I am the blackened thread of the plot