Сон-кладенец.

Via: lxe ex Dreamcalibur

So Big Ben the restless spinner
ribbed the linen underlay,
I'll discern your shadow by the pillow
as the night decays away.

Chorus:
You tie up the stern by pull-push,
rule the tanker raving,
you are cutting passage in the dead bush
by the belt a-waving.

Sails and palm trees rest in snow,
white alloy do have and steal -
lie forever fossilized below
permafrost's adhesive seal.

Dead by Issus can't-be-drier,
carry on your sentry stance,
stay my dream in a body-cloth of fire,
in a trilobite defense.

Chorus.

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