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Melody soul all its own
And of unique,
Sings soul, suffering and loving,
In its insatiable thirst for music!

Flies gentle melody in heaven
It was only a dream, it always is subject to,
His holy belief in miracles
So thin - timid and so beautiful!

The melody of the soul - like the ocean,
Immense depth strikes,
As awakened in the lock body
All corners fills him!

It flies like a flock of birds in the sky,
Crane's cry disturbs the soul,
In the stream of days, flicker motley individuals
Bringing peace and light the hearts of loved ones!

In it so much charm and beauty!
We had a wiser and richer feeling,
The harmony of so much purity,
When in the shower Love sings and cries!

(Svetlana G. Shipitsyna)