Bluff - Lermontov

Slept Golden Cloud
On his chest, the giant rock;
On the morning of the way she was off early,
By Azure cheerfully play;

But remained wet mark on the wrinkle
old rock. Alone
It costs, I am thinking deeply,
And he quietly crying in the wilderness.

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