Robert Frost. (№ 256145)

You understand that the judge is wrong,
Who himself blames his age,
Who judges, above time not becoming.
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Inside we to judge his age can't.
But - for example - assume
He really bad
Well, far my brother, well!
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I can hear you come into prinia:
There is a rot of its own at all times,
A shameful peace, a dishonorable war.
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Well, it's finally arrived! Route
For all the philosophers of the ordinary:
How they parcel no start,
Again the universals will come
Will bring in the end absolute
And well, chew it like a horse-hay.
And soul - that this age, which is wrong.
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The loss of life, money or sanity
Oblivion, the pain of rejected love
I've seen everything. God bless...