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Guardian Angel (Elena Schwartz)



The torment of my spectator,

Guardian angel,

You're tired.

How much confusion

How much doubt

A flood of tears -

You counted them.



My poor white man

All as in the snow

Will you help me.

I can't do it for you.



Let's part soon.

My poor one, well!

You are among mortals

You will go for the coffin.