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Chapter II
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ОглавлениеHe song the love to love devoted,
His lyric tongue was pure and bright,
Like dreams a virgin openhearted,
Like sleeps a newborn, like at night
The Luna in the sky is shining,
Goddess of mystery and sighing.
He song sad parting and deplored
An obscured something in remote.
Romantic roses glorifying
He song the countries far away,
Where being in a dream one day
He shed the alive tears in quiet;
He song the withered being cold
And was not, yet, eighteen years old.
