Wisely sitting on the stone
Eugene was thinking of Onegin
The Man of the Noble Land
To the bud unhooked from its tree.        
 
The Hand passed from left to right
To clear the fog on the glass
Without paying attention to drips
Gathering the water in the goulich.        
 
In favor of this new year    
Missive forces sent    
To known households    
Tightened our bonds.        
 
To have removed the box
Bring some air
For vermilion scents
sing "Jingle All the Way".        
 
The Collarbone Bearer
This writing genius
When he crossed the street
Was knocked down and died on the spot.         
 
We kept on walking
And our feet hurt
We keep working
And the hands hurt us.        
 
We didn't know how to love
Except at the entrance to cemeteries
Find our brothers and sisters
Head down and flowers joined.        
 
It was a dream
Or rather an opportunity
To confirm our destiny
Cry and smile when leaving the stage.        
 
let's get ready
All together
To live from the well and the earth
To answer the Call.        
 
Without seeing too clearly
By dint of knocking on the door
It might open
And going inside would be joy.        
 
The beautiful faces of beautiful people
would welcome us
We the recipients
Of communication with the Invisible.        
 
 
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