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Liquid ringing, meager ringing.
To all sides I'm curtsying.
Cry of infant, cow's roar.
The tsar's daring word.
Lashes' whistling, snow full of blood.
The dark word of Love.
The pigeons' quiet noise.
The Shooter's black eyes.
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Жидкий звон, постный звон.
На все стороны — поклон.
Крик младенца, рёв коровы.
Слово дерзкое царёво.
Плёток свист и снег в крови.
Слово тёмное Любви.
Голубиный рокот тихий.
Чёрные глаза Стрельчихи.
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