The city bell beat - Block

The city bell beat,
Later praising dreams.
I walked and prayed
There, where you foresaw.

Listening to the call of the Gentile,
Late in the day breathing,
Beating is still the heart,
It did not change the soul.

All departed, changed,
Whispers about my soul ...
You're only one preserved
Ancient Secret of His.

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Vladimir Mayakovsky
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