| On the thresholds
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| Waves whip the steppe hobble,
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| Ridge-rocks
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| They scratch their mane near the Dnieper.
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| Sleeping on the waves
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| Shadow of the heavenly tent
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| Sleep is a wounded animal of death-Mary,
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| The voice of the wind in the moon leaves
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| Lighter than the trace of a flock of birds,
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| Farther
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| Rebellious thought.
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| Bridge-palm to the last shore
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| Star track on water foam
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| With the last breath, emptiness
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| Will rise from the seed of hope
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| And I will touch the traces with my hand,
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| Forgotten by the prophetic god before
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| A step to the road that grows without a threshold
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| Not knowing the beginning, like a tree - roots
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| Step to the road from fear to god
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| Her name is freedom, and I'm going to her
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| Her hands are full of wind
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| From anxiety - veil.
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| Behind, like waves
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| Cling to the shore, years
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| In the one in which there is no death -
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| With her a simple answer
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| At the hour when colorless
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| There will be a white light
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| Know nothing about the world
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| Embrace the grass with the winds
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| Dance in the river with bonfires
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| In every heart to see Iriy
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| Thinner than a hair of a bridge, I see a reflection in Reveal.
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| World of victories and defeats
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| As if at noon the shadow will melt
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| The moment I become
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| The castle of the bird flock,
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| Sheath for lightning,
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| The stirrup of the stream
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| Rainbow horseshoe:
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| Name without Word
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| Who I have always been On the thresholds
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| Waves whip the steppe hobble,
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| They scratch their mane near the Dnieper
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| Ridge-rocks.
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| Sleep disturbs
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| Shivers of uninvited morning
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| The world passed like a fairy tale of God,
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| A burden that cannot be taken to the house of death -
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| For a moment with freedom
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| In an ancient dance like with a bride
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| For a moment with freedom
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| In an ancient dance like with a bride |