I scattered my love
Across the steppe meadows,
I scattered my love
Across other people's hands.
I distributed smiles of light
Across other people's eyes.
And warmed by my soul
No, not you, but a boor.
I am like a screw on a spring,
I am like a blockhead.
And my poems are snowflakes...
And fate is a noose...
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