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Here is a poem, with letters and words, containing its essence,
And no matter how hard you try to change it, you cannot bend it.
The author carries in it the pain of a wounded heart
For those who feel, for those who understand the meaning of life.
For others, it is just a set of words and phrases
For those who are used to showing their feelings,
Unfortunately, there are so many of them now, they have filled everything,
They raise their hands to the sky, shouting: "You are mine!"
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An inflamed mind cannot understand a simple thing
It cannot understand that something given to everyone can belong only to one
And only it can forever and firmly unite us all
Bringing with it the salvation of the soul, and not worldly success
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Although now I too find it difficult to understand
The poem that I used to write from the heart
And the thread of meaning slips away, like the murmur of a flowing stream.
Please understand and appreciate, because I wrote it for you.<><>
And no matter how hard you try to change it, you cannot bend it.
The author carries in it the pain of a wounded heart
For those who feel, for those who understand the meaning of life.
For others, it is just a set of words and phrases
For those who are used to showing their feelings,
Unfortunately, there are so many of them now, they have filled everything,
They raise their hands to the sky, shouting: "You are mine!"
<>
An inflamed mind cannot understand a simple thing
It cannot understand that something given to everyone can belong only to one
And only it can forever and firmly unite us all
Bringing with it the salvation of the soul, and not worldly success
<>
Although now I too find it difficult to understand
The poem that I used to write from the heart
And the thread of meaning slips away, like the murmur of a flowing stream.
Please understand and appreciate, because I wrote it for you.<><>
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