A Lyre From Parnassus
As we were gone hopelessly above in the sky...
As a stars, have submitted far, behind a side...
- Even, have not found a paper? write on the moon...
- You have lost the handle? - I give... phoenix feather...
- Yes, an ink has dried up! ... I give... tears of roses....
- Muses have departed? I give... lyre from Parnassus...
Because we wanted, to collect.... violet impression...
This the song, does not wait the arrangement, and...
I want... not noise... I want the thin accompaniment...
Tsira Gogeshvili
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