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Life - a lie with charming sadness
That is where lies her strength And with her rought hand She writes the word of fate. Always, when I close my eyes, I say, "Touch your heart and see, Life - a lie, but even She sometimes Adorns a lie with joys. Turn your face to greying sky, Telling fortune by the moon, Calm, mortal, and do not ask The truth you do not need." It's good in the bird-cherry tree storm To think that life is fated way. Let my easy lovers lie to me, Let my easy friends betray me. Let them caress me with a tender word, Let the wicked tongue be sharper than a razor, - I've long been living ready for anything, Mercilessly used to everything. These heights chill my soul, There is no warmth in the fire of the stars. Those whom I loved, have renounced me, For whom I've lived - forgotten me. But still, unwanted and exiled, I look with smile at the sunrise, And on this earth, so close and dear, I thank this life for everything. (1925)
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