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Exquisite phrases and a magnificent figure,

And the voice is gentle, like a blossoming bud,

Your chiseled figure, as if from an engraving,

And oddly enough favorites Aristotle and Plato.

And a warm, so enveloping voice,

Beautiful features, gait like a panther,

And everything that was suddenly erased immediately,

Colored dreams suddenly faded, black and white.

I listened to the voice, penetrating nirvana,

And he believed like a child in word and deed,

I adored the way you compose phrases,

And he walked towards you, as if returning to the former shores.

And now the years have passed and the blinkers opened,

And your busyness irritated from now on constantly,

Magic words, like a spell, dissolved,

And your actions were even a little scary.

And the games are tired, «honesty» and «openness»,

Illusion of feelings, sincerity and truth,

What used to worry is now long forgotten,

And now in the face of study long results.

There is only one request left.

Forget psychological games and specialty

Stay just a man, not a wolf,

And come back again from the sky you are in reality.