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Even those to whom remains, can,
A five minutes to look at this world,
Fuss, climb from a skin,
As if to live them a hundred years still.
And at the distance in the hundred years silence
The mountains, looking on the noise people,
Have stood, are sad and severe,
As if its to live at all the five minutes.
N.Grebneva's lane
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the grammar is wrong (to whom is wrong, the dative doesn`t fit) try Even those who remain can for five minutes look at the world