42 lines
802 B
Plaintext
42 lines
802 B
Plaintext
About him as a living
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I used to joyful song
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Flying to meet him.
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And my tongue numb,
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And on the lips of the seal.
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But I know he did not like
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No use to grieve,
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He gladly taught to be friends,
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A grief - to fight.
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Simple as if austere,
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But wise, as a nation,
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He ardently loved children
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And its firmament.
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He talked about his mission
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Model holding,
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Lazily, as if it is
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About various trifles.
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Words throws slowly,
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And eyes sparkle at times,
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And seen - wide shower,
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And it is clear that the hero.
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And the name of Stalin in his speeches
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He uttered,
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As if to the sun
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He offered up the thought!
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And now I know, and in any
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Before it reaches the heart,
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With more strong hand
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My hand will not shrink.
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And verse excited sings
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About him as a living.
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He's alive, like air, like people
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In his immortality! 1938 |