| On the road, a nickel - hands twitched up.
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| Someone spat in the sand - it rolled in a ball.
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| Collect for yourself - so that there is enough for everyone.
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| All roads are a knot - all knots are an ax.
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| It will run through and so - a knot in the dust for war
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| I picked it up on the fly - I'll take it under the porch.
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| I won't give it to anyone - I'll bury it in the corner,
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| I will put a pebble on top of my bosom.
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| The carousel was smashed down the chain in an hour.
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| All the news - p ... ec, yes, spring has begun.
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| Grieve - do not burn, grieve - do not explode,
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| Kill, bury, grieve, forget.
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| He ran, choked, stumbled, fell.
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| I saw white snow through a concrete fence.
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| Miracles, but like a goblin wandered through the forests.
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| Get out of hand, throw everything, but rush to the door.
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| All floors, all corners swept tongues.
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| He did not take off his shoes at the entrance, he came to spend the night.
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| Until the morning I lay in hell, but in delirium,
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| And in the morning he fell to the lousy devils.
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| It looks like a lie - from the goose the blood will run from the cheek.
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| Neither drink, nor sing, nor blind shards.
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| No crosses, no hearts, all villainous suit:
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| Kill, bury, grieve, forget.
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| It rains the original thought,
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| Blurs the paths - look, they parted ways
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| In the dark, all in one, all one to one,
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| Does not interfere with the other person all to face.
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| Everything suits the scoundrel like his own father.
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| Do not tell, dad, and so everything will pass
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| A succession of daughters, all undress - lie down.
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| Kill, bury, grieve, forget.
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| Eyes ran along the trunks, along the rows.
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| The face rolled over the stones, in the footsteps,
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| Covering the grass with a dimensionless hole.
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| Forget for good, find out, and fall asleep.
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| Only sunlight on the gaps of the springs,
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| Broken forest on broken doors,
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| Unbending horror in the bends of the knees,
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| In bow to the graves of wooden flowers.
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| Eyes ran along the trunks in rows.
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| The face rolled, on the stones in the footsteps
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| Covering the grass with a dimensionless hole.
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| To completely forget... |