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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