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 |