From Boris Chichibabin.
And hear the cry, and see the blood,
And run a miserable away
Hear each to each a butcher is
And one can nobody help.
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I did a lot of harm and pain
Almighty God reneged on me
He squashed me as I were a moth
For I could not appeal to Him.
From Boris Chichibabin
© Copyright: Цеквава Константин, 2006
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