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05:34 | 01/09/2019

She substituted, by a chance,
For empty “you” — the gentle “thou”;
And all my happy dreams, at once,
In loving heart again resound.
In bliss and silence do I stay,
Unable to maintain my role:
“Oh, how sweet you are!” I say —
“How I love thee!” says my soul.

Translated by Yevgeny Bonver, September, 1999 Edited by Dmitry Karshtedt, December, 1999



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