Как бронзовой золой жаровень, Жуками сыплет сонный сад. Со мной, с моей свечою вровень Миры расцветшие висят. И, как в неслыханную веру, Я в эту ночь перехожу, Где тополь обветшало-серый Завесил лунную межу. Где пруд - как явленная тайна, Где шепчет яблони прибой, Где сад висит постройкой свайной И держит небо пред собой.
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- by Boris Leonidovich Pasternak (1890 - 1960), no title [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
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- by Yury Petrovich Suldin (b. 1987), "Как бронзовой золой жаровень" [sung text not yet checked]
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