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Chapter II
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ОглавлениеAh, he did love like nowadays
Nobody by love can be blessed,
Since only poet’s soul still prays
To love and feels its real taste.
Wherever, always the same dreaming,
One and the same familiar feeling,
One and the same and well known sorrow,
No promise to relax tomorrow.
Neither long years of separation,
Nor fell into poetic trance,
Nor beauties of a far off place,
Nor learning fruits, nor inspiration
Could change his soul, the same desire
Was heating it by virgin fire.