You're kin to me, passing stranger
You're kin to me, passing stranger:
Go past and cast down your eyes.
I did this identic gesture.
Oh, stranger, hold on! Stop by!
Please, read my hic jacet slowly,
Pick daffodils for my grave.
Marina was name to call me,
And years I had to pave.
Do not be afraid to meet me
In rage for your vivid pulse.
I too used to love extremely
To laugh under blaming glance.
My blood used to run in hurry,
My hair blew with the breeze.
Oh, stranger, I had a body!
Hey, stranger! A moment, please!
There’re strawberries nice and sappy.
Go try them before they fall.
Though cemetery can't be happy,
The sweetest would be of all.
Just don't be so gloomy, comer,
Don't hang your well-favoured jib.
Come think of me lightly, calmly.
Come think of me, come and slip.
Enlightens the sun your features,
You shine in the golden dust.
Don't stumble, you touching creature,
To hear my voice from past.
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