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read below: Dead Man's Love - Lermontov

Start up the cold ground
I filled,
About one! Is always, always with you
my soul.
Love mad longing,
tenant graves,
In a country of peace and oblivion
I have not forgotten.

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No fear in the last hour of flour
Light cast off,
Joy was waiting for me at the separation -
separation there.
I saw the beauty of disembodied
And toskoval,
What is your image in terms of the heavenly
I did not recognize.

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What I the radiance of God's power
And heaven holy?
I suffered earthly passions
There with a.
I caress dream home
everywhere one;
I wish, crying and jealous,
As in the old days.

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Touch eh alien breath
your cheeks,
My soul is in silent suffering
All tremble.
l happen, whisper falling asleep
You are about another,
Your words flow blazing
For me fire.

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You should not love another,
Not, should not,
you're Dead, sacred words,
Obruchena.
Alas, your fear, your molenya
To which one?
You know, peace and oblivion
I do not need!

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