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If the world were a fair -

it would be boring to live on an empty stomach:

We have vowed to love all

every day, every moment, every hour,

Admired hydrangeas,

knocked on the shoulders of white ink,

We have built the islands of Paris, Atlantic,

Places of Power, the living church,

All would go hand and stopping of the sound, -

after all there in front of the ant,

We would loudly, much silent,

breathing air and a,

All the rain would be summer,

and we are barefoot, all the bridges, slowly,

walked along to the rainbow of colors and shades,

without mixing, in truth ... muttering,

that what for us this rainbow?

Do not mix, do not understand, and long tones go ...

I can not see anything, neither tears nor desires

sorrowful disappointment ahead,

Quite often a mist, all stupid,

all disappear in a moment, and what's the point?

Never say goodbye to love, no dishes can not be beat,

neither forgive nor leave ...

Tedious somehow. You can not even take and eat himself entirely,

reflecting on the "important" things ...

Bored to us - so go and live,

not choking with saliva, every day, on an empty stomach.