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And in the pain of familiar walls,
again
Poems acquire paints.
I'm sitting in the half a happy and ..
without shackles.
I am terribly happy with you.

drive cars,
Passer go ahead.
In the windows of distant houses turn off the light in the kitchen.
Someone again puts tea and sings.
The noise of night cities is already more ... not scented.

In the pace of the waltz around the room is circling New York jazz.
All poems are buried in the riding of happiness.
All my ships go to your shores.
And the poems are all you, only one to you.
Depart at night
straight from the building of the Chief Advanced.

I want with you next.
always.
Yes of the last moment, though.
what's native hands
always.

hugging
in relatives
Pockets.