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Oh, my
friends, there's not the new under Moon: |
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That the engines work
themselves nowadays. |
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Joyful chorus will fall
silent very soon, |
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Loud chorus of the
fanats of new ways. |
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The Empire Buildings and
conducters |
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Aren't newer than the
Universal. |
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Your new flame - is just
the flame for moment. |
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See - the sky is full of
old stars blossom. |
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The transmissions are
unable to turn |
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Wheel of future as
a matter of fact. |
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Times with times - they
are disputing on... |
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Many things will stay
yet hidden for that |
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We could find in
ourselves today |
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Every future possibility
and way. |
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Rainer
Maria Rilke |
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