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The lake replied, "Perhaps or máybe, or
The tracks of birds upon the shore..."
I forgot what was the hour,
Melodies in heart got louder;
Dancing, dancing ramble I
In the park 'mid eve and night...
Doth toll a bell, and yells a crow,
"Clay, only clay I see around,
Deformed and mutilated forms;
But earth and clay - regale for worms..."
An hour, yet one another, further only
Night... But I still wend and wend to phantom lonely,
Sleepwalker lost - am I...
Along the road I go, cloud
Yellow as a mellow cheerful sound,
Is following me slow...
Maybé 'tis dream of past; The mount Mishou
Is pondering about...
But what about, tell me, mount...
Rolling dust and shadow vain
Waded into water, spoiled, and made
It foul, this compound filled
The vessels; venom and temptation did
Blight the growing reed...
Amber-yellow moon was dreaming,
That a sail with lantern she...
At the foggy sea is drifting,
But the strand is still not seen...