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Дон-Жуан

Дон-Жуан

Я маю мрії, горді і прості:
Весло вхопити, ногу в стремено встромити
І час повільноплинний надурити,
Завжди цілуючи уста нові.

У старості прийняти заповіт
Христовий; опустити очі долу,
Й на груди свої хресту рятівного
Залізного узяти гніт!

І от коли, серед тріумфів запальних,
Я раптом схаменусь, немов блідий сновида,
Наляканий у тиші троп моїх,

Я згадую, що, непотрібний атом,
Від жінки я не мав дітей своїх,
І чоловіка ще не звав ніколи братом.

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