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Мы прошли по улицам шеренгами,
разбудив людей и напугав.
Небо,
натянув цвета маренго, перепачкав в облаке рукав,
опустилось низко к самым крышам,
шелестя верхушками берёз.
Мы прошли, как будто страх не слыша и
не относясь к себе всерьёз.
Нам казалось, верилось, хотелось
и, возможно, даже нам моглось.
Свято место всё ещё пустело.
Там не правили свой бал ни боль, ни злость.
Там нас ждали призрачные дали
и не призрачные люди и дела.
И не думая о том, как мы устали,
мы забыли стук дверей и скрип стола.
Мы пройдём по опустевшим рощам,
по в туманах спящим берегам.
Мы не просим сделать выбор проще.
Мы не знаем тех, кто сберегал
от драконов алчности, от скверны.
От сомнений, праздной суеты.
Мы не скажем: «Выбор сделан верно…»
Мы идём. Нам вслед глядят цветы.
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