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    Украинский (Українська)
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Вибір

Выбор

Будівничий зірветься із вежі,
Не політ – а падіння жахне.
Поринаючи в чорне безмежжя,
Він безумство своє прокляне.

Руйнівник під уламками брили,
Під камінням важким, пропаде
І про муку свою він щосили
Заволає до Бога й людей.

Хто пішов у далекі печери
Чи до заводі річки вночі,
Той зустріне зіниці пантери,
Що ціляють у нього з корчів.

Не відпустить вже доля кривава,
Що земним нам призначила твердь.
Та мовчи: кожен з нас має право
Невід’ємне – на обрану смерть!

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