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Of від Vladyslav Hryhoriev
Of Of those who declared in their testament grand, “The casket’s for soulless—just burn,” The ones we could never become took a stand, Like a wall built of shoulders of stone. Of those who could not see themselves in the glass, For one of their eyes had gone blind, Ever mute, they went forth to their silent demise— Yet they went with a deafening cry. Of those who stood proud, wanting power’s enthrall, Now the remnants are dust withal. In the ruins of old lie the relics of kings; But of men, there were none, if at all. Of those who still strived, in the darkness, afar, Through the shadows, t...