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Oh, what a drag, another day Is going by so flatly. А.А. The life drags on again. As real as a haze over a lunar sea it lasted for so many eons that one began to take the life at face value but luckily it didn't lead to any fallouts: as before the notional mirage continues to attract the spurious wayfarers in a conceptual sand; a verbal camouflage is still a matter of perceptive faults and errors. Regretfully, the death is just another wrong conception. Do not place too high your expectations on it. The death as well endures for so long that once you'll get enough of any incarnations. "You bored me to the death you both, life and death". I don't remember who said that. May be, Macbeth. * См. перевод в комментарии 1. |
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