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Слушать(AI)To the President Elect
To the President
Joseph
You've climbed the mountain.
At its top,the mountain and the climbing stop.
A peak is where the climber findshis biggest step is not mankind's.
Proud of your stamina and craftyou stand there being photographedtransfixed between nowhere-to-goand us who give you vertigo.
Well, strike your tent and have your lunchbefore you stir an avalancheof brand-new taxes whose each centwill mark the speed of your descent.
Joseph Brodsky
Iosif Aleksandrovich Brodsky (/ˈbrɒdski/; Russian: Ио́сиф Алекса́ндрович Бро́дский [ɪˈosʲɪf ɐlʲɪˈksandrəvʲɪtɕ ˈbrotskʲɪj] (About this soundliste
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