For Anne Gregory
ER shall a young man,
Thrown into
By those great
Ramparts at your ear,
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ER shall a young man,
Thrown into
By those great
Ramparts at your ear,
IS there a spot where Pity's foot,
Although unsandalled, fears to tread,
A silence where her voice is mute,
Where tears, and only tears, are shed
Envole-moi (Grégory Lemarchal)
Полночь над вершинами башен,
Тишина сплела глухоту.
Ночь укрывает, чтоб не было страшно