I am swimming in such warm, gilt water... It is quiet, pure like childish soul. Shall I take my children's color photo? Everything seems constant. Time is sole. It's becoming cool in the clouds' shadow when the wind's wings swing the swimming day. Shallow waves near bank in silence shatter and remind that moments never stay... Every next year comes to me as shorter, with increasing melancholy, grief... Time, be friendly, help me, take me, shoulder like this river! Don't be hollow, grim! | 
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