My dear passer-by,
Do not hurry, please!
It will be, as in old times:
all will fall asleep, even the wind,
the merry fellow and deceiver,
and the eternal lamplighter
will silently turn on his magical lantern.
Transparent, lilac light will spread around,
You will hear footfall of invisible horses,
Say «Excuse me!»
if someone awakens to
sighs, whispers.
You will whirl in your happy, colored dreams,
and...
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