The life dances from a prism,
Plays different intrigues …
The peacock rhymes the tail, _
Sings, beholds Mifopoetichesky patterns …
The hypocrite cannot love,
But so strongly plays the hypocrite,
becomes the hostage of habits …
To Someone involves rubber plants,
Though does not penetrate what for …
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