We cannot lose
What really belongs to us,
Even when we throw it away.
The gathering winds
Blow through her heart, reverberating
In an echo chamber of regret.
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And here is the same poem, using Fake Cyrillic:
PФЗM: SЭCФИD CHДЙCЗ
ШЗ CДИЙФT LФSЭ
ШHДT ЯЗДLLУ ЬЭLФИGS TФ ЦS,
ЗVЭИ ШHЗЙ ЩЭ THЯФШ IT ДЩДУ.
THЗ GДTHЭЯIИG ШIЙDS
ЬLФШ THЯФЦGH HЗЯ HЭДЯT, ЯЗVЭЯЪЗЯДTIИG
IИ ДЙ ЗCHФ CHДMЬЭЯ ФF ЯЗGЯЭT.
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