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Other doors open,
deduce other sentenced.
The procession is formed and starts
on a journey with that obligatory solemnity,
With that crafty politeness,
Which in itself are harbingers of funeral …
Funeral? And unless can bury after
will transform into a dust?

No, really? Perhaps there is what that a symbolical ceremony?
And after all there is what that the terrestrial melody similar on all it.
Bronze echo, the pale shades dancing on the gloomy arch,
The gloomy and majestic crowds striding under these arches …

And here they already in a cabin of the lift
reminding an iron box –
Judges, prisoners,
the priest and some security guards,
Which executioners,
undoubtedly, also is.
Almost all persons without special signs
also are is deathly pale.

So, Dark have won …
As will ridiculously die,
I always was so is lonely,
And now I am before death in this menagerie …
My lips are already dead
What that colourless sky
The inclined branches of trees.
And here me adhere to a column. Ropes such rough. But live …

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