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for my non-Russian friends
Your voice is like the echo of faraway spheres,
From the other side of heaven... beyond the usual measure...
It makes life stand still for a moment,

To make a final conquest of all me,
Love did compose so sweet an Enemy,
In whom both Beauties to my death agree,
Joyning themselves in fatal Harmony;

IA washing hangs upon the line,  but it's not mine
None of the things that I can see    belong to me
The neighbors got a radio with an aerial;  we got a little portable
They got a lot of closet space;  we got a suitcase