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The love is free, such is its essence

When flows, even stones break:

The wall destroys and the defences:

No shield is left for me to take!

I wanted to erase her features

And to forget… But then my heart

Will ache and will cry out loud

Nostalgia, the ghostly creature!

I can't find help in the oblivion,

By which I tried (while it was trifle)

To hide the feeling, to forget… —

But I give up and here's my chest:

Well. Love is just a worthy rival

To end my life, so sad, so trivial.