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The hunt for unicorns (BG)
 
Shot. I woke in the beginning of the sixth;
I watched the hunt for unicorns.
But I was remaining at that tranquil,
I read a lot about the habits of these animals.
No one can to place them into harness,
No one can to humble them by bullet,
Their hooves doesn't leave trace,
They watch into trace at a moving star.
 
I'm thirty-three, I took enough poisons,
And my battlefield rarely stood without affair;
Now past are moving the youths in iridescent feathers,
But I never heard about what were singing pipes.
No one can be eternally weak,
No one will be able to save from a fall;
I reserve myself the right silently to look
At those who follow a moving star after.
 
So thank you, Master – the gate from now open;
I won't can raise my hand for a blow.
But take me into the flames and burn away waste rock,
And leave the silver for in order to the night became clean.
And tonight my city lies is transparent,
Still is not jointed by bridges;
And in a handful of snow, it's still not noticeable to eyes,
Is flickering a gleam of a moving star.


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