The ring of the existence's narrow:
As all the ways to Rome go,
So everything we got fore-known
And in recurrence keep that talking.
And I have just the same fate, as well,
Which's seem to be in future cold:
Again - to love Her on the heaven
And to betray Her on the earth.
June 1909
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