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" Life is overwhelming life,
Sound is melting, bit by bit,
Something’s off, I feel deprived,
With no time to harp on it.
Life was better, was it not?
No comparing, anyway,
How you rustled once, my blood, -
How you’re rustling today.
It appears that one must pay
For the movement of the lips,
And the tree-tops freely sway
As the axe awaits, eclipsed. "
― Osip Mandelstam , Silentium: Poetry of Osip Mandelstam