Some days are to change or to fling me mud...

Some days are to change or to fling me mud,
Some stars are to fall or to brave the god;
Some lips are to cry or to say they love,
Some hips are to shake or to scare a dove;
But all the epitaphs written by men
Never will case away a reigning wren.
Декабрь 1999 года


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