The night, the pharmacy, the street,
The pointless lamppost in the mist.
A quarter century recedes –
There’s no escape. It all persists.
You’ll die – and you’ll begin anew,
As in the past, all will repeat:
The icy channel flowing through,
The lamp, the pharmacy, the street.
Alexander Blok (с)
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