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n waters, spread without end,
Dressed with the sunset so purple,
It sings and prophesies for land,
Unable to lift the smashed wings' couple
The charge of Tartars' hordes it claims,
And bloody set of executions,
Earthquake, and hunger and the flames,
The death of justice, crime's intrusion
And caught with fear, cold and smooth,
The fair face flames as one of lovers',
But sound with prophetic truth
The lips that the bloody foam covers!..
A.Blok "Gamaun, the
Prophetic Bird"
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