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Inna Kabysh
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Shine On, Shine On, My Star
Watch the video hereDante didn’t invent anything:
he was in the Hereafter and saw it all with his own eyes
and when he returned,
one lock of his black hair was
completely gray,
like Lyoshka’s,
to whom I wrote poems
and with whom I shared a desk,
and there was such a hard freeze
that they took us to school in the milk truck
together with the bottles, crusted over with frozen
milk.
We sat in fur coats and felt boots,
and the teacher in mittens
wrote out on the board:
“What I Want To Be When I Grow Up.”
And Lyoshka wrote: