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read below: Disease in my chest, and I have no healing - Lermontov

Disease in my chest, and I have no healing,
I fade in full color!
let the! - I was not a slave of earthly delights,
Not for the people I lived in the world.
The mere creature possessed my soul,
But in a different way to go we both,
And we parted, and the sky wanted,
So as not to have converged again at the tomb.
I look in the silence of the West: burns
Blushing proud shining;
I want him: it, may be, He knows,
How to resurrect everything, that cute.
May be, blinded by the radiance of his fire,
I will forget at least for a time,
Magic eyes and kiss farewell,
For me running all over the place.

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