Nini, 37 - 9 марта 2008 21:00

I died for Beauty - but was scarce
Adjusted in the Tomb
When One who died for Truth was lain
In an adjoining Room -
He questioned softly "Why I failed"?
"For Beauty", I replied -
"And I - for Truth -Themself are One -
We Bretheren, are", He said -
And so, as Kinsmen, met a Night -
We talked between the Rooms -
Untill the Moss had reached our lips -
And covered up - our names -

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