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I dive into street - into autumn embrace
The rain gets me into its dirty wet lace.
I can't see the faces of the passing around -
Just grey mass attacking with itching high
sound.

Hating what is true
Under press of heavy clouds of yours -
Imagining gore at that mass -
Under dirty shoes
No chance to choose
My autumn.

Heavy clouds remind me of your grandeur,
Ceaseless rains cleanse me of the disgrace
I am now a part of someone's loneliness.
I am now the pain that you create!

Hating what is true
Under press of heavy clouds of yours -
Imagining gore at that mass -
Under dirty shoes
No chance to choose
My autumn.

Raindrops indistinct
Hardly falling on the leaves.
Black stains - rising on my soul,
Pre-suicidal misery.

Some sweet aftertaste
Cling on my soul after falling from branches
And you voice
Brings me to the heights.

Patience is dawning to its close,
Clothes don't defend from the wind,
Which takes my soul to precipice -
Spice in the storm of rhapsodies!

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