Like a beast in a pen, I'm cut off
From my friends, freedom, the Sun.
But the hunters are gaining ground;
I've nowhere else to run. (Boris Pasternak)

Like a beast in a pen, I'm cut off From my friends, freedom, the Sun. But the hunters are gaining ground; I've nowhere else to run.

Boris Pasternak

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