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I read letters with tears
Someone else writes them.
I don't see much point
But I start to believe in God.

People are engraved in memory
Sandpaper, knives, rubber bands.
But my soul is not gum
You can't cut out a speck of dust.

From the foam on the lips of an angel
Endless evil is happening
Harmonies, imbalances,
Only it would not matter.

Indulgences thrown
Do not blame sin.
By someone's great patronage
We are a little happier than everyone.

We have people engraved in our memory
We feel the snow with our fingers
Even if June is on the map
And outside the window is an asphalt firmament.

But while someone writes letters,
And there is someone to read them,
I start to believe in God
Believe but not understand.