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At night when troubles settle down
And darkness hides the streets and lanes -
There"s so much music all around,
God sends us such amazing strains!
What is the tempest, if your flowers, Adorn the blooming garden-bed! What are the bitter tears of ours, If sunset flares turning red! Through blood and torment, grave and crushing, Oh, Mistress of the Universe, Accept the foamy cup of passion From an unworthy slave of yours! Alexander Blok 1898 (June 2, 1919) |
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