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Juniper bush

I saw in a dream a juniper bush.

I heard a metallic crunch in the distance.

I heard the ringing of amethyst berries.

And in a dream, in silence, I liked him.

I smelled a faint scent of tar through my sleep.

Bending back these low trunks,

I noticed in the darkness of the tree branches

A little bit living likeness of your smile.

Juniper bush, juniper bush,

Cooling babble of changeable lips,

Light babble, barely pitching in tar,

Who pierced me with a deadly needle!

In the golden skies outside my window

The clouds are passing one by one.

My garden that has flown around is lifeless and empty ...

God forgive you, juniper bush!

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