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Кайлиана, 33 - 11 сентября 2011 01:06
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[I]I will win you away from every earth, from every sky, For the woods are my place of birth, and the place to die, For while standing on earth I touch it with but one foot, For I'll sing your worth as nobody could or would. I will win you from every time and from every night, From all banners that throb and shine, from all swords held tight; I'll drive dogs outside, hurl the keys into dark and fog, For in the mortal night I'm a more faithful dog. I will win you from all my rivals, and from the one; You will never enjoy a bridal, nor I a man. And in the final struggle I'll take you — don't make a sound! — From him by whom Jacob stood on the darkened ground. But until I cross your fingers upon your breast You possess — what a curse! — yourself: you are self-possessed; Both your wings, as they yearn for the ether, become unfurled, For the world's your cradle, and your grave's the world.[/I]
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