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Still I want some one a long time ago.
Some one nor this and nor that - another,
Unknown, strange, same ones
That is only I should found and destined to me.
All are ordinary, that is long time ready,
That is usual from the origin of a centuries.
Another I like the music and the word
That was not to speech until now.
But I understood: to look for all this,
Don't have to go nowhere.
All the miracles are at hand, and are not somewhere,
And only they are not to regret a labour.
And I am on you, though toured on the world,
Found nor somewhere, and in the native Tsada.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem