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Or I do not know, what, in darkness tychas,
I will never got used to light the darkness,
And I - freak, and happiness of hundreds of thousands
Not closer to me empty happiness hundred?

And did not I meryus five-year plan,
I do not fall, I do not rise to it?
But how can I be with my chest
And so, that any stagnation Touch?

Vain in the days Grand Council,
Where is the highest passion are given places,
Left to vacancy of the poet:
it is dangerous, if not empty.

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