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I am a noise and light, flight of dragonflies,
I am a half of your tears,
I am - a quarter from one second of dream,
I am - a stone, a bright and silence.
Someone not have saved from a step the cover
Of non touched, non used ground,
But he have taken out the moon from waters
And have beaten her to a window by everyday live.
Now impossible to avoid losses,
Not to close a door behind noise,
Now impossible to caress shaggy paws,
Impossible to ask over abyss a ship's ladder.
Now impossible to live, sleep and die, -
Only to look at the sky through a network;
I am a quarter of falling water,
I am one eighth from a sadness.