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Pale, green-tinted, cunning eyes

Carry within them unhealthy, scary tales, They carry and beg, cooing in feathered stories, They argue and echo how exactly you died in them.

The prologue and epilogue are always the same. But, without going into the details of many beginnings, Let's be honest, life is rich in the quality of signs: Every king embraces the final berth.

Every mad king embraces often. Every madman dreams of living as a king.

And if madness becomes someone's rudder,

Then scary tales, of course, of course, will come to pass.

As for the outcome, in which there is room for fate,

I, unfortunately, fortunately, am far from madness. And therefore my thoughts remain in the pages,

And therefore nothing will happen to you.

It's convenient: to disown fairy tales, to separate them from the miraculous, real humanity of the day.

And, in the end, it's probably truer this way: If you hide the little, they'll seek out the lesser.

Who knows what my songs are about, why?

After all, I'm unlikely to tell myself.

But I still keep that room, which sleeps comfortably under the stairs, cold, just in case.