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Above them stretches the palms of antiquity,
They shining radiance rock prophetic eye,
Their every moment – agonizing ecstasy.
You are in front of them – chips in the ocean!
For them, love – minute beam in fog,
One light unfading – for you.

You only love mysteriously rich,
It all: fire and blue ice,
Last ray and the first ray of the star,
All streams, all herbs, all sunsets!..
– Above them, the face tends Hecate,
They lunar Greece blooming gardens…

They find rest in Heraclitus,
Orpheus the shadow of them lights a glance…
What have you? One wedding veil!
Work even stronger gold thread
And every moment of prayer stele
My love, as a small carpet!

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