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In an enclosed ring,
Of the cleavages of dream
swim again and again!
I'm sick of this rowing,
I carry with streams
Again and again, without awakening...

My guide,
He has no path in the world
consisting Of obsessions!
life hides,
It’s illness in hysterical cry
Of tension...

The new birth, new pain,
No need to explain,
Why and when - did it start!
Endless circle, vain,
we all are chained in it,
Without the right to distort.

My guide,
He has no path in the world
consisting Of obsessions!
life hides,
It’s illness in hysterical cry
Of tension...

there is no way behind a gray veil,
The ring will never seals!
Try to imagine it, and forget forever...
And Go with river in the cold and hail!
When your soul will become a pail full of water,
And will merge with souls those who have gone before you.

My guide,
He has no path in the world
consisting Of obsessions!
life hides,
It’s illness in hysterical cry
Of tension...

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