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(Translated by Flying)Night Constellation: I see them over himself;
over being my circle amid emptiness,
or over life, over the total of our fate, -
from light to light stretching bridges.
Whose there steps? Who Waters is as on the land,
his way spryamlyaya like bypassing the creek?
who, like a pawn, hastily took my soul
and trumpeting the victory of his own?
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