When the rivers were my sisters
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And the wind called himself brother, -
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I severely hurt my soul
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And in the dawn he went crazy.
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Mongol arrowhead,
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What I found while digging in the ground
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Hit me right in the heart
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And scratched his tight chest.
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Drops of blood dripped onto the ground
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They sank into thick dust
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And at the birch hour of sunset
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Green in the sunshine.
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I tore out my heart without pity;
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Threw red food to the dogs,
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A fragment of a nomad's arrow
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He threw it into the wound, where the proud beat.
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The pain was pulled with a harsh thread
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And left the banks of the rivers,
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That lovingly called me
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And they prophesied with bright water.
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It was in July, in July;
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The sun has given a signal for redemption.
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And into the smoking burning brain
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Songs cut like a sharp razor -
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Soul breaking songs
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Arrow Fragment Songs.
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When the rivers were my sisters
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And the wind called himself brother, -
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Lost in summer pride
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Ears pierced with gold.
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He wrote patterns with scarlet blood
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Elastic on the cheeks and chest,
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And the crows winged weeping
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Over a hot head.
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Deceived bad herbs,
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Taken away without looking back to dream.
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The reveler stared in the sun
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And I didn't remember to close my eyes.
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In soapy July zoi
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Disarm sleep
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Drain the gut potion.
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At night, get cold with whiskey,
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Hang a label - "outcast"
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Cover the step with branches,
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Flutter out of the snare through fears,
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Break into pieces -
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And see yourself in one
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I so wanted to be bright!
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Walked the path at night
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On stones and loose sands.
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Crazy stars danced
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Take away trouble from trouble.
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Was ready to kiss everyone at once;
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Suddenly the moon split in half,
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I lost consciousness from resentment,
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And in delirium he begged to hurry.
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I saw walls with a great face,
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Whispered prayers in syllables,
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I said goodbye with a tear in my palm, -
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They escorted the voices on their way.
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They rushed to the steppe,
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A lynx sprawled after
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Paw to touch the shoulder.
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Pave the path to the heart,
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To indulge the murmur, -
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The pupils are still melting!
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Carry the ashes on your shoulders to the South,
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Choose white color -
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And see yourself in one... |