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Опит за опровержение


I am supposed to be a man of memories.

Yet I learn time and again

News about myself.

Envy depicts me

In poisonous paints,

Glory is afraid of

My powerful shadow.

Baseness suspect me of

Dining with the devil,

Beauty threatens me

With a fatal love.

 

While, as a matter of fact,

My future is gone.

 

I have piled up only

Golden themes of sadness.

I already say "yes",

Shrugging my shoulders,

And my sight is limited:

I see truth alone.

I catch myself following

God's Commandments,

Through my God

Does not live in a church-bell...

In short, I can't make

Even a minor villain...

If today again

Someone has not blown up

Your news agency,

It was me.

 


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