I see the shade of mystic light, I feel the warmth of lucid rays, Without you all nights, all days Are always meaningless and quiet. Come here! Please, I talk with you, No abstract ailment – no cure, Your eyes are fathomless and pure, But so obscure darling view. You can forgive – but no mistakes, Your shoulders look like distant marble. What is my soul? – a pile of pubble, The blasting dawn that never wakes. But I believe – nevertheless, The gleam of sun will blossom out, It will be so prompt and loud, The voice of love – the song of death! | 
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