Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky

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She loves me-loves me not.
My hands I pick
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Violin was torn to pieces begging,
And then broke out in tears
So childishly,
That Drum couldn't handle it any longer,
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You think malaria makes me delirious?

It happened.
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Some words.
Heavy as a blow.
'Render unto Caesar what is Caesar's- to God what is God's.'
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I will sew myself black trousers
from the velvet of my voice.
And from three yards of sunset, a yellow blouse.
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