Who would thirst always to live,
That simply doesn't know a captivity.
And broadwise to pass a vital way,
More difficult, than cross the field.
Who ever was ableto experience
Joy of reason didn't see all vital paits.
All egsence is not given to that
To understand.
To see right through without beatyness.
29.04.1999
Переводы. Life
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